One day. You'll wake up to the rain clouds forming, no sunshine, still as humid. Your hair will smell of strawberries,you'll slip on your dark blue jeans on your body still sore, and you'll put on the sunglasses. There ain't no sunshine, but sunglasses still make you happy. You'd spread honey on browned toast and you'll put on your headphones and the song playing is Stereophonics, 'Maybe Tommorrow.'Same from the night before. It's always, Maybe Tommorrow. And, i never spell Tommorrow right in the first go. Or the second.
Then, you'll step on the cement, and make your way through the day, uneven and hard. In your head, you'll be floating, somewhere up above. And in the evening, you'll walk me down an empty road. Or not.You'd be so knotted up in a world of your own, you wouldn't notice anyway. And you'll be thinking today is forty. seconds for fifty metres. you'll down the crunched wheat flakes and you may or may not make it. but you keep working. that't the way life goes.
you'll come out, smelling of chlorine. you'll look for someone, not anyone. someone, who gets, what you swallow, everyday. who makes you talk, when all you do is keep shut. who gets you, when all you want to do is keep shut. your making sense or not. but hey, there's still no one. so what the hell. your thinking forty, still but now there's so much more. and also, you want to paint that swirling fan up above, shocking pink.
and then you pull up against her, all of white, like you were five. curled up, eyes drooping, almost asleep. and you're not sure. you push away your fears, with every typed word,and it'll be okay. alone.
you pull out the car. and you're doing the same circle again and again. you see faces. the girl and you, they called twins. where is she now? the girl with braided hair, and the other one, long and straight, all of those other faces, etched so clearly. you wonder for a second, and then you take the turn. and there are newer faces.
theres all the fun you have together. and there's no one. you untie your laces, one of each side. two seperate souls in two seperate worlds and you're still looking.
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nice flow of thoughts.
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