I'd always like to think that I'm an amateur writer. Besides the fact that English is my second language, pursuing this unthinkable dream is too far-fetched. But I've always envied the people in Starbucks with their laptops open, smashing their fingers on their keyboards like they're having the best epiphanies about life. I've always wanted to try that. To sit and drink my coffee while I rant about what happened or didn't happen on my wonderful California day. I wanted that.
I always wanted to be that guy sitting down with a newspaper drinking coffee while smoking, yeah that happens a lot in the movies. Most of the things I want to do always consist of some movie scene I want to live in. Always replaying that moment when everything is just right. Then some girl would just approach me to have a fairly decent conversation about the current event she saw from my newspaper. I'm dreaming too much.
On the side note;
Today, I had a text conversation with my ex from senior year. Just the urge to talk to her was pretty overwhelming. I miss her company, her friendship. I know where she stands and her status right now and I'm happy for her! As much as it kills me remembering the things we've done together, I was just happy being able to talk to her again. She has so much ahead of her, and I can stand as a support. That's it for today.
Peaceeeeeeeeeeee
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