Someday, maybe, I'll not want shoulders. Over a phone call. A chat window. A short incoherent SMS.
I'll stop telling myself that I suffice. I'll probably know I do.
I'll feel all smart, swish and important watching a movie alone.
I'll not be curious about friends' boyfriends.
I'll treat myself to a chocolate brownie with icecream, in a bright, cool corner of Park Street Barista.
I'll finally wear the red satin skirt.
It's just that S and I, have this neat little cushion of time, caught before it walked over us, making up for some hundred thousand miles. After my corner of the bed, it's the most precious.
It's just that U and I remember the same three French words from four ambitious wannabe years of French classes.
It's just that P and I could swap bits of our past, and still have the same lives.
It's just that I'll not find another man, this life at least, who wouldn't mind his obnoxiously expensive and overwhelmingly favourite orange jocks being ridiculed mercilessly.
It's just that I like random fights over random sniggers, I love people who lust anything that moves, I like women who make lingerie sound like lollipop, I like how some sweet bumbling boys vow not to grow up.
Someday, when I don't need shoulders, I'll get sleep. Just that.
6 comments:
Man, the world is a Zoo!
If you figure out how this is done, do tell me. :)
someday, I'll be able to understand the complexity that is human relations or the simplicity of it.
How come i always read your posts when others have read and commented on them? And when I check to see if I can surprise others, I find there are no new posts?
Let me figure this out first, then I'll tell you how incoherently beautiful and nonsensical this living is. Just that. :D
i need it to. sleep. close eyes and wander away.
That is so beautifully written :)
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