Went to the library yesterday, and got some books.
Travelled a lot, along the bus.
Gave my seat to an older lady, since I was sitting in the priority seating. I stood there for a little while, and I smiled at her. She smiled at me. She said thank you, and I said you're welcome. I went and sat over in another spot, because I noticed
that there were seats open a bit farther back.
So. I went to the library, and awkwardly registered.
Awkward, but still somehow confident.
Confident that I belonged there.
That I was meant to be there, and that that was my sort of world.
Books and words and ink and people.
Quiet, unaffected, and separate but still around.
I picked six.
I've gone through two already.
The titles I can recall, but not the authors.
I'll list the rest later, but now there is other things on my mind.
Things I thought about just before sleep...
love, honesty, time...
friends, lonliness ,dreams, things that aren't real.
In the hazy, half-dark...lying there in a bed that wasn't mine in a summer
that feels entirely new... I felt different.
Fragile, but unbreaking. Like glass. Clear and easy to read.
Sometimes cloudy, or knocked. But strong.
Dropped at times, but not yet shattered. Or maybe I have been.
I just feel different.
Reading This Is What I Want to Tell You
by Heather Duffy Stone...it just kind of fit.
Sitting out in jenns too-bright backyard, on a blanket in sunshine...
I didn't really feel like me. My skin was too dark, and my hair too red.
The face in the mirror was even different, somehow.
Prettier, knowing. Knowing?
I don't know what I know.
It seems like a world of things.
I feel like some quiet, mysterious kind of girl.
Someone else. Things are changing.
And there are so many things that I wish for.
Pathetic things.
Desperate, willful.
And I miss tany.
Especially in reading the book, these two friends end up being friends again.
And everything just kine of eases back into normalcy, and I...won't get that.
Someone else, maybe. At school, this fall.
Yes, school this fall.
I'm not going back to the other one, a new one.
A new chance, starting over. But...it will be hard.
I made this decision some months ago.
Voiced it again and set things in motion what would've been...5 days a go.
Maybe a week. It feels like more. It feels like an eternity.
I feel like the summer is already have over, but it's barely begun.
I don't know what else there is to have, to do.
I just know that waking up this morning and sitting in jenns quietly crowded living room felt like home.
It felt normal.
Reading a book and listening to their banter, contributing and eating yogurt.
It was just...good.
It filled uo that hollow space, and I wish it could just be this way.
I wish life could just be better.
And there are so many more things to say, and I just...am having trouble formulating the words now.
In this carefully, mysterious sort of state of mind... buzzing and trying to understand.
Full of wishes and silly thoughts...
I just can't.
Things are changing.
For the most part it's for the better.
But...there are other things.
Less to do with me, and that I worry of.
I can't even wrap my mind about it, and I don't even know.
What I do know, is that it will be okay if I suddenly shatter.
To let something get to me that way, it would be alright.
It would be human. It would be okay, and things would resolve somehow.
I think that could be one of the major differences.
That I can realize this now, know it and not worry about it and just...
just live. Do the things I want to do when I want to, because even if I end up wanting to regret it...
I won't. Because at some point, whatever it was was exactly what I wanted.
I can't really explain, how it works. Because I don't even really know, but...I do.
But it's hard. I don't really want to.
That's probably why I can't, because deep down I don't want to.
But some day, I'll reach and get it out.
For now, it doesn't matter.