Clever Stories Await

*SIGH

I want to feel like that girl again who falls asleep listening to pseudo-love songs and smiles thinking about silly things like falling in love.

Lately, it hasn't been like that. Life has been feeling more like a risque indie film with no plot; just full of provocative moments.

I got my first booty call tonight. I never thought I'd get one of those. It was like a bad car accident waiting to happen that you couldn't stop watching. I knew what it was, yet I couldn't hang up; I wanted to hear... Now I know. Let's keep it at that.

It's 5AM, I find sleep to be overrated these days. Whenever I close my eyes I feel as if I'm missing something; everything is significant I feel. When I blink, I miss that moment. It's gone forever.

Maybe I'll read. I haven't read in a while. I miss spending each weekend just snuggling up to a good book with some good music in the background. I miss the "weekendly" trips to the record store with my dad. I miss buying a new CD each weekend and finding something new each time; I miss the feeling of being underground, being "cool". I miss my teal room with the lone white heart in the center on Via de la Bandola. I miss the green house with its green carpet... I miss my neighbor Jose who used to throw rocks on my window yelling at me to come outside and ride bikes. I miss the little sketchy short cut behind my school. I miss my teal-colored walls and the lightly dimmed room that captured my imagination; I miss childhood.

*SIGH

What clever stories await?