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today i was outside of work, smoking a cigarette, sitting on a plastic bench.
the street was silent, i could hear every breath i took.
every inhale, every exhale.
i could hear every beat of my heart.
(i just killed a fly on the back of my hand; back to the story.)
the sun was setting, you could actually see the thick layer of smog residing over the tops of the hills.
it's true what they say about the pollution in southern california, it really does make our sunsets beautiful. there was a nice little breeze, it shook the branches of the trees, and the little pink flowers next door. so there i was outside, smoking, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze on my face, watching perfect pink petals of pretty pink flowers twirling all over the back yard, and i thought about you. I thought about you sitting there with me, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze, watching the pretty pink petals of pretty pink flowers, twirling all over. I really do miss you. In a way you can never really understand. In a way that at times I, myself, don't understand; but i know that i miss you. I still remember that one night, i really wish i knew where we were that night, but at that time i wasn't very savvy in geography, or city borders. all i know is that we were at an amc, someplace far from home. But i felt it then, and i still feel it to this day, comfort. comfort in the fact that i could be myself, my true self, and it turned out that you found my true self cute, at least that is what it said in her text message. and to this day i still feel that way, at times, i just wish that those times came more often. i wish that it could just be you and me again. well, i guess it would really be for the first time, but that's another story. who am i kidding, to everyone else all of this is just a work of fiction, a figment of my imagination. another journal entry where i ramble on about my day, but maybe one of you will read this and get it. maybe one of you (whoever reads this journal) will understand what i am trying to say. or maybe you won't, maybe you won't even read this, but at least everyone who does will know that i truly miss you, whether you be fact or fiction.
the street was silent, i could hear every breath i took.
every inhale, every exhale.
i could hear every beat of my heart.
(i just killed a fly on the back of my hand; back to the story.)
the sun was setting, you could actually see the thick layer of smog residing over the tops of the hills.
it's true what they say about the pollution in southern california, it really does make our sunsets beautiful. there was a nice little breeze, it shook the branches of the trees, and the little pink flowers next door. so there i was outside, smoking, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze on my face, watching perfect pink petals of pretty pink flowers twirling all over the back yard, and i thought about you. I thought about you sitting there with me, watching the sunset, feeling the breeze, watching the pretty pink petals of pretty pink flowers, twirling all over. I really do miss you. In a way you can never really understand. In a way that at times I, myself, don't understand; but i know that i miss you. I still remember that one night, i really wish i knew where we were that night, but at that time i wasn't very savvy in geography, or city borders. all i know is that we were at an amc, someplace far from home. But i felt it then, and i still feel it to this day, comfort. comfort in the fact that i could be myself, my true self, and it turned out that you found my true self cute, at least that is what it said in her text message. and to this day i still feel that way, at times, i just wish that those times came more often. i wish that it could just be you and me again. well, i guess it would really be for the first time, but that's another story. who am i kidding, to everyone else all of this is just a work of fiction, a figment of my imagination. another journal entry where i ramble on about my day, but maybe one of you will read this and get it. maybe one of you (whoever reads this journal) will understand what i am trying to say. or maybe you won't, maybe you won't even read this, but at least everyone who does will know that i truly miss you, whether you be fact or fiction.