i was outside minding my own business, half mindedly thinking of something to happen, and it did happen. he asked for the time, date and venue. the first word he shouted was 'babe'. it struck me that this so called charming young man could be a hooker/asshole. oh damn, he look gorgeous ! what dumbstruck luck i must have.
i went up that flight of slated stairs, in hope to find the things that once mattered the most. i could almost pass as a comber, if not for that uniform that i was wearing. i searched the black waste bag and saw a glint on it's reflected surface; the photo. it was lying in the exact same place i last placed it. dirt, mud and dried leafs covered it. it was also startling to also have found the gift that i gave you during christmas lying by the ferns. by bringing those things back home, it's the same as bringing back the painful memories that i once condemned. the smell of soap and body sweat still lingers on the string. a strange attraction towards the scent happened to befall on me yesterday. it indeed is puzzling for the most complex brain to understand.
i certainly want that long, thick and curly hair u dreamt about.
