something i wrote in english cuz i was bored
"why are you all alone over here?," he said with his flowing voice. It wasn't an accusation though, more of an inquery, like he had never met someone who wasn't surrounded by friends and he wanted to know what it was like. She only smiled and laughed, who could tell why she felt so unsteady - tipsy - like if she was around too many people she might be devoured with just one word. So she always hid out among the plants and the sun and her books. Always her books, they were what kept her afloat. Strangely, with him she didn't feel the need for a life jacket, he was a lake she could lose herself in and never come out. She didn't feel the desperate hunger to read words when he was there. Other times, she felt so empty she resorted to reading the nutrition facts on all her food until the carbs, sugars and fats spun around in her head, beat to a frothy confusion. She convinced herself that she could not be empty, with all the food she consumed there had to be something there among the skin and bones and flying thoughts.