Poison in, my blood.
; Friday, December 24, 2010
; Friday, December 24, 2010
The lights turned from green, to orange, to red. The rigid red man did one fifth of a split and the pedestrians stepped onto the dark asphalt and hurried along the white lines. The slick black heels that clicked across the rough surface stood out in stark contrast to the casual flip-flops in the chaos. Sneakers melded into the surface, their smart canvas material matching the bumps on the road that it walked on.
Three pairs in particular made it to the other side of the dark motionless river and the black one did a little twirl, facing it's two other companions with herself backtracking skillfully through the crowd.
"Hey Winona,"
She whined, "why did you close down your blog?"
The girl that she had addressed flashed her a cheeky grin and replied in a tone that could match the mischievous smile on her face,
"I didn't close it. I just made a new URL for it and didn't publicize."
Black sneakers gave a small frown,
"I wanna read your blog."
Winona chuckled, "Ok. I'll give you the URL later 'kay?"
Black sneakers gave a satisfied smile and a nod that matched it and with two steps she was walking just like any normal human. There was a sudden silence as they made their way down the maroon stairs.
"Your blog is weird."
Winona suddenly commented, adjusting the thick black file that she held in her hands. Black sneakers' head tilted a bit to the side and a slow smile spread across her lips.
"Yeah I know,"
She answered proudly, her smile splitting into a grin across her face. She did the little twirl again, her blue patterned backpack bouncing on her back as she did, the golden sequins for her owl's feathers winked in the sunlight.
"I love my blog."
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Imma loves you and loves you and loves you and loves you and loves....... BLEH!! You get it :D Hope you really really really enjoyed dinner and breakfast today. And, well, I'm really happy that for the first time for dinner, you actually stayed at the table and finished your meal. Maybe it's because of the presence of my granpappy and nanny but nevertheless, I'm just happy that you did. Wish you good health and may you have many grandchildren!!! (I guess I have to start being naughty soon. LOL.) Haha!! I know that you'll never read this, but that's kinda why I'm writing them all here. I'm just like you y'see. I can't and I don't really know how to express my feelings face to face, directly. Yeah. I can write, I can present, but I can't talk. Though they are all words, they are just... different. I can't really explain how but it's just not the same.
I guess it's the eye contact and stuff. Out of all of them, talking's the most difficult thing to do. When the person stands right in front of you and you go one on one, a level eye contact is expected to be maintained when talking if not it's kinda rude. When presenting, you just have a thousand eyes looking up to you and you can just unfocus your eyes and still chatter animatedly to the crowd, easily detecting restlessness or their attentiveness through the little shifts of shapes of their body. Writing, for me, everything just flows out easily onto paper or appear magically on the white screen of my computer. No one's there to stop you. No one's there to look at you, scrutinize and study your every move. It's unbounded. Not exactly free but yeah, you get what I mean.
Ah well, dragging back the topic, yeah, my pop's birthday falls on Christmas eve. Kinda cool actually. And his older sister's just two days before his. My sister's birthday is about a week before mine. Funny aye? How fate plays out life's melodies. Yeah. Life's a song to be sung to from the very first breath we take. It has it's cresendos and decresendos and stuff like that. It has it's rocky staccatos, waxed legatos, lively vivaces, and bitter graves, but just like music, every melody is precious, every life is precious, one never the same from the other. Damn. Look at me now. Spouting stupid stuff about life when I've just started on mine.
Yeah I know. Einstein has wonderful hair :)