Thursday, January 1, 2015

Brain storming; " Original work. " .

It hasn't been the first time, since she thought off what could have happened if she wouldn't have let go. Or, the decision would have been final. With a fatal blow. Finally. She thought, the nightmare would have been over. It's not like , it was the first time,  this has happened to her. Nor, the second. Maybe, it was just a bad day. She thought to her self. Not something that happens every day. Bad day, after bad day. Let's talk about a bad year.


And then, her eyes opened. She had awakened. Her vision was just a little bit blurry from the dream . Realization of what she had seen and witnessed was a night mare. Indeed. She thought.

The sweet kisses from the last night was definetly not a dream. He was laying right next to her. Sleeping , off course. Finally, not a dream, or a nightmare.


One of these days, she'd think to her self. He'll stay.  Or, there would be , just someone, maybe someone ones in a while by her side. And she wouldn't be the only girl at home, in her apartment , surrounding by four walls, which almost reminded her a jail cell that she'd seen in a movie a few days ago.

Clearly, she was a single woman living with her cat. As though, it was so obvious for others to tell.
That's why, every where she'd went, men turned around, and be like, " Girl, you still single? "

" Defaq? How do you know that? I was wondering the same about you. "

" It aint like it's Malibu here in New Year. "

" Yea, or rain bows with sprinkles on it. "



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