only water, only morning.
Tonight I called him to ask him that question exactly. He wasn't there. It was without a climax. I am without answers.
The cute little french girl, and the taller french girl have left and are back in Quebec now. Everyone is beginning to leave. I will be among the first. I will feel as though I've missed so much.
Earlier I had a splitting headache. It was so bad I couldn't even close my eyes, move. I just curled into a ball and waited. For an hour. Thinking about Sprite and I don't even know why. I wanted to drink. I was dehydrated to the extreme. I fell asleep again. I thought about staying longer. I remembered my bike is in transit along with bunches of my stuff. With my brother at a cottage. And he is to meet us in Peterborough around ten o'clock in the morning at 452. And I remembered that can be changed. I have to leave on August 28. I want only to leave.
I want only to know. What could have been. What is. And what could become, amazing.
The last thing I will remember of Brochu will be that I gave her one of my cupcakes, blue with white cake that had rainbow sprinkles in the cake. She said it tasted like her childhood. And I can't imagine anything better. To me, that was the universe. The best way to express appreciation for anything.
Last night I cried a few tears, and I left Brodie's. Unable to articulate reason for my tears. Unable to walk straight. I took out my camera and took pictures of signs and street lights, the walk and the don't walk sign. And the street signs of Division and Johnson.
Last night could have been different. I don't even know what happened really.
The cute little french girl, and the taller french girl have left and are back in Quebec now. Everyone is beginning to leave. I will be among the first. I will feel as though I've missed so much.
Earlier I had a splitting headache. It was so bad I couldn't even close my eyes, move. I just curled into a ball and waited. For an hour. Thinking about Sprite and I don't even know why. I wanted to drink. I was dehydrated to the extreme. I fell asleep again. I thought about staying longer. I remembered my bike is in transit along with bunches of my stuff. With my brother at a cottage. And he is to meet us in Peterborough around ten o'clock in the morning at 452. And I remembered that can be changed. I have to leave on August 28. I want only to leave.
I want only to know. What could have been. What is. And what could become, amazing.
The last thing I will remember of Brochu will be that I gave her one of my cupcakes, blue with white cake that had rainbow sprinkles in the cake. She said it tasted like her childhood. And I can't imagine anything better. To me, that was the universe. The best way to express appreciation for anything.
Last night I cried a few tears, and I left Brodie's. Unable to articulate reason for my tears. Unable to walk straight. I took out my camera and took pictures of signs and street lights, the walk and the don't walk sign. And the street signs of Division and Johnson.
Last night could have been different. I don't even know what happened really.