I was bored. I was very bored. There was nothing to do; not a single thing. I grabbed my iPod and turned on the Numa Numa song, but I was still bored. I turned on my laptop and begun escritura a short story, which tu may very well be lectura now, but my boredom was left uncured. Riding in the car was boring, and I wished I had a cell phone to text my friends with, but alas, I was practically broke. I only had around seventy-five bucks, and that was from Christmas. If I had kept my twenty that I had used for IMVU credits, well, then maybe I’d have enough for a go phone at the least. But I had made up my mind with the seventy-five I had. I wasn’t going to spend it on such silly necessities like a cell phone, even if I did desire an iPhone. Now, just thinking about texting people made me that much más bored. I’d get on the Internet and post misceláneo things on fanpop if I could, but, as expected, there was no wi-fi on the highway. I didn’t know how many times I’d listened to Numa Numa, but I was pretty sure that I could now sing over half the words. It went Mai Ai Hee, Mai Ai Huu, Mai Ai Haa, Mai Ai Haahaa, etc. Then something about Picaso sitting and yelling at the Aloe… but of course the song is Romanian… oh well. The point is, I was extremely bored. Then we pulled into the hobby store. I knew I’d be bored in there, and my dad wanted to stay in the car, so we stayed. Then I opened up GIMP and thought about editing another Amuto pic and forget about my short story, but I soon closed GIMP down because I had already edited one about a dozen billion times, and started back on my short story. But then my short story was going nowhere, and my laptop’s battery was running low, so I tuned off my laptop and looked out the window, ending me short story.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the día go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the día go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
We're all human.
"It was an early March morning, so early that the sky still had streaks of orange and pink in it."
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the escritorio in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did tu leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the escritorio in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did tu leave?"
