Tiny footsteps could be heard clamouring up the narrow, winding stairway. Beaten once again. Beads of perspiration covered her battled brow. Where could she be going? Asprina half whispered to herself. It was such a pain looking after a being so electrically charged.
Life is as plain as you can get. Everything set like food laid on a plate. You know from the order what you want but often times, you can never quite tell what you really get till you sink your teeth in. My life is like an insurance plan. Lots of riders. Lots of preventives. In reality, you lose in terms of dollars and cents.
I just wait. What a blessed morning this is. No migraine. No unhappiness. No residue from the night of strain. So it has to be good. Small things get in the way. I have been lying here thinking about thinking and if I should try stuff.
Vincent walked on. The streets were never like this. The awareness kills him. Why did he not acknowledge her? Surely what they shared for two years meant something? But circumstances forebade. He needed her to let him go. They were not meant to have met. If he had in someway stepped forward, Mindy would be hurt all over again. Love is blind? Love unkind. Beauty is skin deep. Keep it at bay.
Days just fly by. I am truly grateful, I am. I arise each day before light breaks and retire before the clock chimes for me to return before Sleep turns his back on me. A threat so real.