lost
sometimes, moments arise that link her to others, not for any similarity of space, time or person but only her state of mind.
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they sat wordless, blowing billows of smoke towards the ceiling. books lay scattered on the floor. she was lost in her thoughts--she only vaguely heard the music playing. she lost herself like this often lately. there was no logic to these moments. in her mind, she stared at a void, no words or images appeared.
the windows let in the last of the day's light. the fan overhead clicked rhythmically. for a moment, she wondered which of them had a clock.
the boy, now sprawled on the floor, was equally lost in thought. he spoke rarely now, except at night on the phone, to give his girlfriend annoying little recaps of each uneventful day. she wondered if the girl thought these amusing at all--probably not.
they sat wordless, blowing billows of smoke towards the ceiling, sipping cheap beer, lost in thought.
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they sat wordless, blowing billows of smoke towards the ceiling. books lay scattered on the floor. she was lost in her thoughts--she only vaguely heard the music playing. she lost herself like this often lately. there was no logic to these moments. in her mind, she stared at a void, no words or images appeared.
the windows let in the last of the day's light. the fan overhead clicked rhythmically. for a moment, she wondered which of them had a clock.
the boy, now sprawled on the floor, was equally lost in thought. he spoke rarely now, except at night on the phone, to give his girlfriend annoying little recaps of each uneventful day. she wondered if the girl thought these amusing at all--probably not.
they sat wordless, blowing billows of smoke towards the ceiling, sipping cheap beer, lost in thought.