It's not even a joke, I do feel like a bird. Pretty often, actually. I feel a need to wander, to fly from this place, a need for change. And I wonder where it comes from, because it's definitely something new. Change used to make me nervous, I've never been adventurous, but I guess I just had to get to this point, where I feel stuck and tired of being where I am. I almost think I would take any road without knowing where it led, just for a change of scenery. I'm obsessed with the thought of an empty apartment with a mattress on the floor, lots of pillows, whatever music suits my mood, and the knowlegde that I can do whatever I want. This needs to happen, but I really don't like the though of the number of years I have to wait ...
Peperoni's tasted good.
I asked his name. It's Nathan. Was he hungry, he wasn't eating much. He said he's fine gave me a faint smile.
"You are staring." He pointed.
I apologized, picked at my pizza. It's warm in here.
"What do you do?"
I am a sales clerk and no, it's wasn't fun. He laughed.
"I'm full." He leaned back, pushed wet hair out of his face.
I noticed his feet. Is he cold? It doesn't matter, he replied. Looking at me straight in the eye, or behind me.
I'll pay. Thank you, he stood up.
Wait for me.
You don't have anywhere to go.
My house is around the block, I said.
When I hear classical music some way i feel like melancholic but a same time euphoryc, its controversial, but you know, humans are controversial.
Today i have just came back home right now, this day was one of those days that you just want to forget, the sensation i had was of feeling like if my life is unfair. Do you know how feels when you care about someone a lot, but that person does not care about you that much,and in that moment, you feel hurted, logic tells you that you should stop caring about that person, but we are humans, we are controversial, i am an idiot
Haven't written for a bit...How am I feeling? I'm feeling good, creative, inspired to write because it's awesome. It's a great experience to write about amazing topics because it opens up new possibilities and opportunities. I love writing-stories, freewrites, poems and a lot more as you know. I feel great when I have the chance to write about everyday life. It's boring to read the same stories over and over again but fun to read different stories everyday. I'm running out of time but words motivate me. I won't end up being an author but I love storytelling. Some essays make no sense and others make perfect sense...
Dusk. Open country, two cars round a blind corner, one on two wheels out of control on the wrong side of the road. They hit head on. Metal explodes, pieces fly, tires screech then stop. One car flies over the embankment horn blaring, the other stopped like it hit a brick wall, much of it gone...a woman sprawled on its hood, arms at odd angles, blood pours from her head, her face obliterated coming through the windshield on impact. Another body, what's left of it, lays behind some rocks. Quiet returns. A bird lands on a fence post closeby and sings as usual, then flies off. Nothing for miles in either direction but the road, a line to the horizon growing dim. Dusk turns into night. Crickets chirp.