chiimera
We walk together hand in hand past all of the food stands set up. It's always been one of my dreams to go to a Japanese festival like this. And now that I'm with you, it's even better. We walk past the goldfish stand. You know I've always wanted to catch one. You smile at me and drag me along.
The two stand there, held close together by a hula hoop. When they try to escape, the hoop only pulls them closer. As the distance between them decreases, the hoop drops and they're free. But neither decide to leave now.
Your presence is so scarce that I crave every last bit of it. Even the slightest drop of you, I will trip and fall as I run towards it. I want you. All of you. But I cannot. All I can do is wait. The only thing that isn't scarce is time. There's still so much time left until you come back to me.
We sit on the bench and I stare at your beautiful smiling face. I can't help but love the dimples on your face. You stare at the falling snow as it gently hits the ground. Your hands are cold, but you don't mind. You look at me and smile. Everything is okay as long as we're together.
This gloominess constantly hovers over me. When I look up, I don't see a clear blue sky with sunshine and birds. I see a dark grey cloud. It thunders and the lightning strikes at my heart. This sadness... how much longer will it hover above me? When will it finally leave me at peace with myself? It'll either be when I stop believing or when I finally believe.
I've never been in a bar. But he goes to bars all the time. I wonder what it's like in there. Why does it attract him so? The wonders of a bar... are they really that great? They just serve alcohol, don't they? I guess the atmosphere is nice or something. I should become a bartender.
Your existence is a bother to me. But it's also a gift for me. I don't know if I should be distraught or ecstatic about the fact that you exist. Honestly, though, there are times when I think it would be easier if you never existed in my life. But then I also wouldn't be who I am now without you.
The ant crawled up my walls. "They can do that?" I thought. I watched as it climbed without a struggle. As I stared at it some more, I wondered if they could get on my ceiling. What if they fall on me while I'm sitting down somewhere or laying in bed? That's gross.
I love salty foods. I don't really know why. They make me thirsty but I love it. I just think of it as very flavorful rather than salty because there are a lot of bland foods out there. I can't stand bland things unless they have a good texture. Salt is a very strong taste in my opinion.
Our hotel was on 7th Avenue in New York. Around 51st Street, I believe. That was an experience, learning how the streets of New York worked. It's very organized. I like it. I think more streets should be like that. Can't wait to go back there.
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