Sumigaw
Have you ever wanted something so much for so long that it now seem to pulse with its own beat, speaks its own mind and moves on its own accord? I do. I wasn't sure which scares me more waking up to reality or waking up next to it. So yes, you may call this the-confession-of-former-miss-prissy.
It's been a while since I opted to live in my own bubble, ignoring the beconing sound of the piper-- not that he plays the pipe but more so because he makes me feel like running. For so long I wasn't sure whether I was running from the piper or whether I was running from myself.
Above it all, I believe I was afraid to make a fool of myself infront of people I care for. You see, smart kids don't make mistakes like that, it's not me. I was too guarded, from what? From some secret desire too frivolous for the rational mind. So off I went to pursue other things content with throwing furtive glances at the box I kept somewhere within the deep recesses of my heart. You know how the heart can over-rule the mind? I have successfully kept the status quo for more that 15 years.
Then to save my sanity from some recent events, my heart led me to it again. And so there I was , under the influence of some green colored concoction the waiter handed me, singing happy birthday along with everyone else. Sure I spent the night half-avoiding him, but it's his party there is no such thing. When he asked me to join him outside, I followed like a half-dazed pup.
I stared at him a good thirty seconds before saying anything. I just hope I was coherent. It was a short exchange before people joined in and I saw some old friends.
Unlike the fairytale, I left before the clock struck midnight, with consorts in trail making sure no glass slippers are forgotten.
No...I did not kiss him...not yet.
It's been a while since I opted to live in my own bubble, ignoring the beconing sound of the piper-- not that he plays the pipe but more so because he makes me feel like running. For so long I wasn't sure whether I was running from the piper or whether I was running from myself.
Above it all, I believe I was afraid to make a fool of myself infront of people I care for. You see, smart kids don't make mistakes like that, it's not me. I was too guarded, from what? From some secret desire too frivolous for the rational mind. So off I went to pursue other things content with throwing furtive glances at the box I kept somewhere within the deep recesses of my heart. You know how the heart can over-rule the mind? I have successfully kept the status quo for more that 15 years.
Then to save my sanity from some recent events, my heart led me to it again. And so there I was , under the influence of some green colored concoction the waiter handed me, singing happy birthday along with everyone else. Sure I spent the night half-avoiding him, but it's his party there is no such thing. When he asked me to join him outside, I followed like a half-dazed pup.
I stared at him a good thirty seconds before saying anything. I just hope I was coherent. It was a short exchange before people joined in and I saw some old friends.
Unlike the fairytale, I left before the clock struck midnight, with consorts in trail making sure no glass slippers are forgotten.
No...I did not kiss him...not yet.