Conversations
Some aren’t even worth a hair, but some make you feel this pang inside you. For me, it’s a fluid, well-paced ones that shed light on a void I feel inside me. The blank space is not something the person makes, but “it had always been there.”
Recently, this person and I were talking about just casual things like summer plans, future plans, plans for the fall semester over dinner, and I couldn’t help but notice how we were both at so much ease during the conversation. Or maybe it was just me. There was no pressure for either of us to fill the silence in between—the silence was just part of the dinner we ate. I dislike feeling compelled to fill silences.
What if
every day had been a foggy dream,
but now that you’ve
woken up to a bed full of
damp sheets wet with
leftovers of a dream
long held tight to be
your only friend your
only love
what
do you do?
“Sesame-crusted sushi-grade ahi tuna, succulent white shrimp, seasoned choice angus sirloin, herb-crusted all-natural chicken breast and teriyaki-marinated sirloin”
Aaand
“the original milk chocolate swirl with peanut butter,” seen here with strawberries, cheese cake, brownie, and marshmallow.
Story of my life. What the fuck AM I doing? Why care about anything else other than the things I should?
Druggie
Latest item on my list of health issues: nosebleeds.
I think this is the final draw. I’m going to be religious to my vitamins and medicine. I’ve had it. It’s so annoying to sit there with a wad of tissue under my nose, not being able to do a thing.
Karaoke vs. Essay
My karaoke scores are always at least ten points higher than average when there’s alcohol in my system. I figure it’s because, under influence, I belt it out without hesitation.
I wish it were same for writing essays.
