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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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  • Saturday, November 15, 2008 12:26 AM

    he knew even before i told him

    There were two extra light bulbs in the floor. I wondered for a very long time if they noticed.
    The way my vision would blur before getting the focus right on the light bulbs provided much comfort. Maybe it was the momentary excuse to keep this head down. Or the fact that none else were using the light bulbs as a refuge. But whatever it was, it provided much comfort; perhaps too much.

    . . . . .

    My toes would curl tightly, holding the other toes in tight embraces every time I heard the question mark.
    The black lines at the bottom of my white pullstring pants was the most interesting of patterns in the room.
    The guitar is the best instrument to be created in times when a tune is required most desperately (and every other time too!).
    Never have I cherished the freezing air conditioning more than today; the inhumane temperature made being alive just that little bit more worthwhile.
    The voice in this head would scream thoughts but the voice from the throat would shrink away into a whisper only to go unnoticed.

    Those were the thoughts of tonight - yes, tonight I thought in one liners. The full stop at the end of each sentence posed much fear but was strangely comforting. I'm aware that this is a contradiction of sorts but that is something I don't think I'll be able to change.

    To have gladness be the result of the little episodes of awkwardness and discomfort wasn't too much of a surprise. I trusted the footsteps next to mine and now have been iniated in with a porridge of some sort. Right now, this chalk-drawn box around me will have to expand because my forcing at its corners won't stop until there's indication that I should.

    Thank You.


    minx wrote at12:26 AM
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