Write Something
February 20, 2011
Write Something
February 20, 2011
I could have kissed you
under cherry blossoms,
pale petals drifting down
like the trees wanted to
pretend they could be
snowclouds.
I could have kissed you
in the rain, drenched to
our bones and not even
caring that the skies
opened up above us
and tried to wash us out.
I could have kissed you
in a clearing in the most
secluded woods, with
just the sound of wind
rustling through the leaves
and a few voyeuristic
finches peeping at us.
Instead, I kissed you
in the parking lot of a
Waffle House, just shy
of 2 a.m. in the middle
of a hectic week, with
our waitress grinning
at us from the other
side of the window,
because, honestly,
how could I not?
i am so full and so tired.
Not many posts on my part. But I’ve had a very stressful week.
At my school, I take a Level 2 sewing course. I like to sew. But the downside to that course is that a requirement of the class is to be in the End of the Year Fashion show…which some people take waaaay too seriously.
So anyway, I am forced to deal with a teacher whose moods fluctuate faster a bullet train. So things would get scary.
Then, Friday was the dreaded affair. I had to get all dolled up in clothes I made but wasn’t quite comfortable in, and walk on a stage in front of a large crowd.
It was awful. I don’t like being on stages.
I was signed out of all my classes…but that isn’t even a good thing. The school day on Friday was a half day, whereas with the Fashion Show, I wasn’t allowed to leave. So I was stuck with my class since 8am, and the show didn’t start until 7 pm! It was horrible.
I was out of there as quick as I could run. My boyfriend was sick and I, of course, had no interest of being there when I would prefer to be taking care of him.
So it was a long day yesterday. It was awful!
That I’m yours :)
Eric, I miss you so much.
I am very blunt.
very, very blunt. To the point where I know I can be a bit abrasive.
If I feel it, I’ll say it. I don’t like shutting up just because I’m afraid someone won’t like me.
But now the issue is that I have to worry about whether or not others are as honest as I can be.
And then it gets all confusing.
I’m the most honest person, and the best liar I know.