juliachoi
babies. pain. great and terrible.
She looked back at me so puzzled. I didn't understand why at the time and I guess that my face was a reflection of her at her confusedness. I can't even remember the words that I said to her but she didn't understand them.
Have you ever ripped apart styrofoam into the individual little spheres . They stick together from the static and they're so light that you just blow them away and the wind catches them. It reminds me of how we were once a block of styrofoam but we got ripped apart from something that was much bigger than us. now everything is in a million little pieces and it would be impossible to get those bits of styrofoam back again because they're gone in the wind; like you.
when I looked at her, I knew she felt obsolete. That she was of no importance at all, to anyone. She wanted to be loved but I didn't know what to say. I found myself walking up to her. After, I found myself with no words, or actions. I just sat beside her on the wall. Maybe that was all she needed. Maybe it was all I needed
honestly, it's just a piece of furniture. it just gets looked at once and a while. is unorganized because i can't get the effort to try and organize it. but i love my book shelf. it truly makes me happy.
Just looking at it gives me a thrill. you're probably laughing at me. I mean, it's a book shelf. but all of the possibilities and the adventures and emotions each book can bring. and i have the opportunity to finally control what I bring upon me.