Dear Senpai

Dear Senpai

Being all shook up for you is not a great feeling. I used to adore you from afar, but someone went and told on me, and now you know. Now I know you now, and you haven’t said a thing. This used to be fun, and now I just feel needy. I don’t need you, I just need to know. We could still be friends if that’s what you’d like. I don’t need you to like me like I like you. The only thing I would hold against you is my body, if you asked me to. Just give me some sign. I hate begging but it’s been days and I just want you to notice me again.
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Early Riser

 

Mornings and I have a pretty serious love-hate relationship. I hate mornings and I generally seriously dislike people who seem to be effortlessly perky morning people. But then there’s a sort of charm to waking up early, while the whole house is still hushed. Making some breakfast, and just enjoying the smells as it cooks, or as you toast bread, open the box of cereal, pour orange juice… whatever. Then to curl up with your breakfast and a book or a movie that’s only just loud enough to hear as the pale sun’s rays peek around the not-yet-opened curtains. I even like sitting down to work when it’s early, sometimes. I feel that I can take some time to just look at my messages and do nothing important for a while. I’ve got the time. I can take a slower pace. Take more breaks. It’s kind of nice.

But then so is sleeping in, and I think despite anything listed above, I’m still heavily in favour of sleep.

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PostUrban Drift

Since the Event, there are these little pockets of space around the world where the old laws of gravity don’t exactly apply anymore. No-one’s sure why. That is- there’s no-one left that could tell us why. Some just lift you from the ground. Some fling you into the sky. No-one’s quite sure where they go after they fly up. Maybe they land safely in another gravitationally-altered space, maybe they soar up into space and die, gasping for breath as they… well anyway. There are some areas that seem to… react. Their lift is almost emotional. Almost like in books- like pathetic fallacy without the rain.

When you find one, you take a deep breath in, and do your best to clear your mind. Also, maybe try not to freak out too much. Try not to think too hard about the fact that your feet have left the ground- that your body belongs now to something other than the physical forces you’re used to. The first few times you do it, there’s a kind of rush. Some people hunt them down for that. Some say that each site is different- that you get a different rush, every different site you find. I don’t know about all that, and that’s not what I go for. Maybe it’s corny, but when I drift, I can feel a sort of… one-ness.  I like to believe that all the sites are connected. Strange energies all over the world. Yeah, I know, you half expect me to start talking about chakras and dangling triangular… crystals over people, I dunno. It is what it is.

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Summer Days to Summer Nights

Summer Days to Summer Nights 1

Hot summer days.
Days on the beach, days with friends. Days of screaming seagulls, sand between your toes, ice cream dripped on your favourite shirt, and surprise sun showers. Days for holding hands- but not for too long. For wearing wide-brimmed straw hats and great big sunglasses and feeling like a movie star. Running barefoot as quickly as you can down the road to the corner store for ice cream.

Summer Days to Summer Nights 2Summer nights are warm. The pavement still keeps some of its heat from the sunny day. The lights blink on and shimmer in the clear night air. The Ferris wheel glitters in primaries, and the thick smell of tiny doughnuts and cotton candy moves on the warm breeze. You’re not sure what’s being said, but you’re laughing. Exhausted and happy, and only somewhat regretting wearing high heels. Kissing and falling in love, if only for tonight. Spending your savings on little pieces of summer to take home with you. Kick your shoes off and fall asleep naked with your fan humming away on your nightstand. Rest, ready for the next day.

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