Mood: Mundane.
Song: XOXOXO - Secret and Whisper.
X's and O's in her pantyhose.
Ticking, tocking.
Nothing is quite so settling.
Music flows,
Nails tap,
Feet stomp,
Anticipation.
What comes next?
I await with bated breath.
And in this very moment I could pass by,
Decode the text and then my memories will be set free,
Into a horizon.
I think of seventh grade sometimes.
How silly I was,
How far I've come from that point,
Sometimes I revert back to that state of mind.
It's scary, you know.
I'm one who never wants to relive the past.
But I always get myself in these situations;
Because no two situations will end the same.
But I notice I repeat myself a lot,
and I can't be in this spot,
I can't have the target pointed at me when the trigger is pulled.
One more week and two days.
That's all it is until I'm set free.
Free; into the world,
Into my life of summer.
Of Bri, of sushi,
of Jasmine and Jordan,
of late nights and early mornings,
of promises to myself I plan to actually keep.
More crazy things await.
And I can't wait to see them.
This won't be the typical summer,
This will be the best.
And I'm sure I say that every summer,
as every person does,
but this time I swear I mean it with every fiber of my being.
I'm just dying to have you face to face,
Close enough to embrace,
Close enough to whisper the secrets nobody in the world should know.
Memories. Thousands of them to be stored in my banks of the mind.
And I'm ready, as is my mind.
I feel so fine,
Just like wine.
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