I survived 11 hours of NY from 2am-1pm.
I can say that.
The hardest thing was being alone for that long as well as awake.
I swear, I was hallucinating things by that time!
Also, another thing, ambiguity is sweet.
Unclear words, misty expressions, ulterior motives.
Everything Shakespeare is made of life provides everywhere.
And time, well you best forget time an and love and promises alike.
They have no mass, no substance here...
Only the impression they move.
So I got to Jasmine's. It's very nice and cozy. Although, I feel disconcerted
that I am a bed away from Celeaste, and she doesn't seem to care I am here.
Or maybe it seems that way to me.
Unfortunately, I still have feelings for her.
The logical, planning-executing-side of me sucks when it comes to love.
Oh, I mean, infatuation.
There was a single moment when she sat on my bed (Jasmine's friend's)
and I felt her skin, her warmth, the pressure of her body
and I wanted her so badly then.
I wanted to tell her how I still think about her everyday,
how I awaited her letter,
how I discovered about Chris,
how I fell apart again,
how I know the future changes;
I don't know if she felt anything besides me
but I only felt her...
Because it was just enough to lose my mind
and die right after.
Jasmine and Celeaste are asleep now...6:15am... Hmmm.
I wonder what the future holds. The future, I guess.
well, I will leave you to your future.