Disclaimer: I may offend you with my language or with just how terrible I write.
But, no. I'm permanently stuck in this crappy relationship with Reality. Using the 'man' metaphor again, I don't screw Reality. He screws with me.
So this blog post is dedicated to Escapism, that cute, shy 'just-a-friend' guy whose always there to comfort me because I'm crying over Reality again.
Reality
It's another afternoon, I'm at the station waiting for my bus. I have my 'Yes,-I-Hate-Everyone' face on and stare into oblivion. I get on the bus, sit down and hope no one sits next to me. Out the window is the same old scenery. Nothing happens. Now I'm at home.
Escapism
It's another afternoon, I'm at the station waiting for my bus. I have my 'Yes,-I-Hate-Everyone' face on and stare into oblivion.
"Surely, we're not THAT bad."
The voice breaks my thoughts and flustered, I scramble to find the source. I turn to my right and am graced with a sweet smile and intent eyes. I find myself speechless but quickly descend back into my flustered state. A "Huh?" just manages to escape my breath as if I were clutching it tightly. His smile widens and he lets out a soft chuckle.
"I said, 'Surely, we're not THAT bad.' You just seem... angry."
"Oh...uh- Sorry, I-I didn't mean to look so upset."
I can feel my face burning. I turn my head away, hoping to hide my shame. He leans over and and looks up at my face, still with that damn smile.
Again, he chuckles to himself saying, "You can relax, it was a joke. You know, you're actually a little funny."
My bus arrives and I quickly take my leave. I hop on and sigh in relief, looking out the window I notice he's gone. Oh great, was my mind toying with me? I stare at the empty space where he stood in disappointed frustration.
"Thanks for going ahead and saving a seat for me."
My heart tries to shatter my sternum. I was greeted with a gorgeous smile and warm eyes.
Ciao, baby!
-Miss A. Marcellus
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