Tango Shoes
Journal Entry: Mon Apr 14, 2008, 12:46 AM
we stop at the corner and wait for the light to turn. the sun is ridiculously bright today and shes squinting against the light-but shes rotating between watching the traffic and watching me.
her shoes were white. an old pair of phatfarm high-tops. they have seen the ground for a long while, but she was a loyal old bitch. she loved those damned shoes. shed wear em with an evening gown if she could. if she even owned an evening gown. shed even painted them white a few times, so that they stayed looking new-but i knew she did it. these damned shoes. sometimes, in the morning-when shed forgotten to take her make-up off the night before and her hair was a mess-she wore those damned shoes with a skirt.
just because shed worn her clothes to bed again. but it just looked so... you would understand if you saw her. i would walk with her down the street, just wandering for breakfast sometime-ah but the hunt never stops. and she would talk. sometimes a lot. sometimes a little. sometimes... nothing. what does she know about me? does she hear anything i say id think while she was talking.
and she just talks, like nothings wrong. or says nothing at all, and im wondering what the hell shes thinking? about me? i think about the road. its a mess. all these cars and construction. it felt like everywhere i went people were making things better, trying to make it expand-but what are we expanding into?
the light changes and we cross the street.
i look up to her instead of staring at my shoes and shes still talking-but how many thoughts have i thought in those short seconds it took for her to say an entire sentence? i was too busy thinking about her bed head and those stupid shoes that ive missed that entire sentence. shes smiling and talking animatedly so im assuming this is where i should laugh. i do just that. i laugh. she smiles more and i know ive pulled off an attentive person and i attempt to stop myself from daydreaming.
-so why are you always so miserable? i have missed a very key sentence and realize i have no idea what shes talking about. she loves me though, i laugh and say,
im always miserable. she laughs. still got it.
- Mood:
Delighted - Watching: The Last Samurai
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