i still miss you.
but its almost like a dreamy miss
its not longing anymore.
i dont long, yearn, for you anymore.
its not sad anymore.
i'm not sad.
it doesnt hurt anymore.
it doesnt hurt to think about you
to remember you
how you talked
and your silly laugh
and your adorable accent.
you are slowly
slowly
little by little
leaving
my memory.
i cant say i really mind.
its for the best.

my life is okay,

i must admit.

i leave in nine days.

and i cut my hair.

although im positive you already know.

im sure you know

where i am

how i am

where im going

why im going

how im going

when im going

with who im going.

you have a knack for knowing things.

im sure you know about this, too.

you could easily find it.

easily read it

if you wanted to.

you can easily contact me

talk to me

write me

see me

if you wanted to.

even if you dont, though.

i will be alright.

i will be fine.

you should be too.

take care of yourself.

<3

i have

i have just about nine days.
nine days.
nine.
9.
9 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






i cannot contain my excitement =D =D =D
=))))))))))))))

mustachios

magpie

"i cant. i caaaant"

she managed between laughs.

"its so haard"

"just for a second. you can do it. now hold still"

she tried to compose herself,

but it didnt work so well.

laughter kept slipping out.

"you dont know how difficult it is.

youre not the one doing it"

"i know, i know.

but its funnier with you. youre the girl, remember?"

"how can i forget?

youre such a guy that even if you were a girl

people would mistake you for a guy"

she retorted lovingly, with a smile.

"ill get you for that later, punk.

now hold still"

but he cracked a smile

and there was laughter in his eyes.

she finally managed to stop laughing

just for a few seconds

and he snapped the polaroid.

she spent the next ten minutes

laughing about it.

he chuckled a few times.

he later named it

'Mustache? or Clown Hat?'

it was published.

became famous.

and he didnt care.

he keeps the original with him, always.

that was the last picture

he took of her.

it was the last picture of her, period.

it was the last day she spent with him.

he misses her.

every day.

all the time.

all the time.

i think the world stopped
once or twice.


when your eyes met mine
and i understood




and you didnt have to say a thing.

the girl.

magpie

it reminds me so much of the book

1984 by George Orwell.

at first i thought they were puppets

because of the metal bars

on the left.

in the middle of a long workday

(14.3 hours to be exact)

they are allowed one lunch.

they all eat together,

in one room.

in the lunchroom full of men,

everyone looks down

no one meets anyone's eyes.

no one wants to see the emotion within.

pain, fatigue, shame.

there is but one girl.

dresses like a man

works like a man

eats like a lady

why she works there, no one knows.

how old she is, no one knows.

where shes from, no one knows.

rumour has it

her father died

mother fell ill

she has no brothers

and 2 younger sisters.

she keeps to herself always

does not even let her eyes flicker.

never says a word.

the men,

they don't care.

they can't.

i know, though.

the sash her aunt gave her

once on a visit.

said red was the color of sin,

the color of desire,

the color of appetite.

she wears it always

her aunt went missing 3 days later.

she hates questions

hates when people probe and pry.

thats why shes quiet

i dont know how i know

its like i  can hear her thoughts
and sometimes i think
she can hear mine.
(im in the green, with the drink)

where are you going, where have you been?

magpie

do you see him?

i do.

he's sitting on the arm of it.

sometimes he sits on the actual seat.

you don't see him?

he's wearing a gray suit.

and polished shoes.

and he has nice hair.

how can you not see him??

he's so captivating.

his eyes catch yours,

i mean mine,

and hold them.

and not to state the obvious, but

he's on a bright red couch

in the middle of the sidewalk.

i wonder if anyone else sees him.

what if its just me?

i was walking past one day,

quickly.

he asked me why

i was in such a hurry.

i almost ignored him.

he asked if i would like to sit

for just a few seconds

and take a load off.

i took him up on the offer.

amazing what 3 seconds can do.

i never speed by anymore.

i always stop

i always sit down

-even if for just a second-

and take a second to breathe.

sometimes i talk.

i usually don't.

he's a very good listener.

he's very patient.

very understanding

and empathetic.

funny

i've seen him stand

once or twice

i've seen him pace.

once

but he never crosses that

yellow line

like he's trapped behind it

or something.

i wish somebody would see him.

i wish everybody could see him.

i want to help him.

do you see him?