Sunday, November 5, 2017 (Part One)

-

I sit upon the wall of rocks. The traffic passes on the road below. A song is stuck in  my head. It's a song from a commercial I've seen again and again. I wait trying to avoid glancing at my watch. He's not late. I'm early. I hate to wait. I hate to be late.


I imagine the clouds as the things they represent. A teddy bear floats overhead. I had a teddy bear once when I was a child. I'm a teen now but sometimes I miss that bear. Whatever happened to Mr. Rufus I shall never know.


I hate dating. Is this a date? I think it could be a date. I said so when I chatted with him. I hate meeting guys like that. Online. I like to meet in person. How do you meet anyone in person or in general?


I have seen his photographs. He's very cute but sometimes photographs can be deceiving...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Love Story (Part One)

-
Steadily the rain pours in a rhythm that has me awake at this late hour. The small light beside my bed allows the canvas of stars outside my window to be seen while I read. I do not read now, my eyes skimming the page, absently I glance over the pages, and random words catch my attention while I recall the events that have brought me here.   What moments of sorrow are these that keep me from dream and what times are these that make it difficult to look beyond these days?   I look at his photo and wonder if our time spent together was no more than a facade. Those days shared now seem more like a dream enclosed within ironic truth. It began on one Friday morning and ended the same, a week later. The clouds drift in small patches across an otherwise blue sky. I sit in this lovely park on such a beautiful day. Some children play nearby, birds singing in the trees around me, and the daily press before me waiting to be read. The rest of the day open to many possibilities I sit
Read more

Sunday, December 3, 2017 (Series 3) (Part Three)

-
Somewhere I hear the sounds of sirens. It's night and I am in bed. I sit up in bed, dream still fresh on my head, trying to figure out what day it is. each day seems the same when you do nothing all day. I look at my phone. No reason to have a phone anymore. I have no one to call or text. I'm here alone wondering if these bad dreams will ever end.
Read more