Yesterday
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Yesterday
...on the bus, the sun was shining. I was nervously feeling each bulb of the buddhist charm bracelet at my wrist.
A deep thick feeling of unease was settling into me. Friday afternoon blues. It was too nice out. People were too excited, too dolled up, too ready to slip off into the evening.
I imagined my fellow passengers shedding their work-skin-clothes and entering the night.
My night was empty, hollow.
I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes. I wanted a drink. I wanted to pick up a cold glass of something, and then another, lose myself in Chaos.
Everyday is work, and stress, and doing this, and doing that. And when you never get to lose control...it can sit heavy.
I felt silly, quickly, at almost crying. I'm not sure what it was for.
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Today I awake after a beautiful evening with my girl. The sun is shining again. My head is clear. I can't imagine waking up any other way.
Last night we walked under the sunset and fell into sweet bits of love together.
I can't imagine waking up hungover, like my friends. Waking up in regret.
The weight of my own happiness or sadness can be heavy upon my shoulders. It can move me to tears. But I will keep going, for it is more beautiful than I can imagine.
A deep thick feeling of unease was settling into me. Friday afternoon blues. It was too nice out. People were too excited, too dolled up, too ready to slip off into the evening.
I imagined my fellow passengers shedding their work-skin-clothes and entering the night.
My night was empty, hollow.
I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes. I wanted a drink. I wanted to pick up a cold glass of something, and then another, lose myself in Chaos.
Everyday is work, and stress, and doing this, and doing that. And when you never get to lose control...it can sit heavy.
I felt silly, quickly, at almost crying. I'm not sure what it was for.
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Today I awake after a beautiful evening with my girl. The sun is shining again. My head is clear. I can't imagine waking up any other way.
Last night we walked under the sunset and fell into sweet bits of love together.
I can't imagine waking up hungover, like my friends. Waking up in regret.
The weight of my own happiness or sadness can be heavy upon my shoulders. It can move me to tears. But I will keep going, for it is more beautiful than I can imagine.
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Thank you for the lovely prose/poetry kinzoku. I would love to see more narratives like this.
Music. Poetry: the language of metaphor is really the only means of describing the ineffable - that which is deeply felt but beyond words.
I think I'll put this is my SR "quotables" Scrapbook.
Music. Poetry: the language of metaphor is really the only means of describing the ineffable - that which is deeply felt but beyond words.
I think I'll put this is my SR "quotables" Scrapbook.
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