My place. My nook. My home away from nowhere. Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink. Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Aug 3, 2004
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a few nights ago i fought with fearless over something petty. i was under the spirit of unconscious blabbering when i started texting him stuff. i was mad about something and was looking for someone to talk to. going out drinking alone has never been fun for me. anywho, i was saying stuff, and he bitched me up. i grew furious, and said some things i shouldn't have said - this i do often to him, and to my other friends. he answered back. and i thought that was the end of our friendship.
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last night, i tried going out to have my ink cartridge refilled (no budget for a new one *wink wink*). along the way i was practicing what i'd say to him. i mean, hey, i did the guy a bad thing. the least that i could do was say sorry (although i did the morning after we fought over SMS). but it was a school night so i didn't expect him to be there anyway. but he WAS there.
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i glanced over to him and said hi. he answered back. it felt weird. i guess, he WAS still mad at what i told him nights before. couldn't blame the guy. i could get really tactless oftentimes. something was wrong with my cartridge so i decided to surf while they tried fixing it. it never got fixed, though. after i paid for the internet charges, i decided to muster up enough strength to tap him on the shoulder.
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happy birthday was all i could say, tapping him on the shoulder as i did. the look in his eyes startled me. it was af if he didn't expect i'd greet him (that or he was insouciant over my greeting him). but either way, i did greet him happy birthday and made my way towards the door.
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kids. i heard him say. i looked back. i wasn't sure he was talking to me. lotsa customers. but he was. he was talking to me. i went back to him. he was inviting us for dinner. i didn't want to oblige. even if it was what i wanted. silly pig. 'told him i might come with the kids. either that or i'd accompany the kids to his pad and then leave them there.
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-you could stay, you know.
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ECSTACY
INSOUCIANT ECSTACY
AND A LOT OF JUMPY EMOTIONS
LINING UP THE ROAD -
MY ROAD -
OR AT LEAST, WHAT'S LEFT OF IT.
ancient out. of my element.
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