She walks down a quiet tree-lined street, humming to herself and enjoying the sunlight on her face. A warm breeze swirls around her legs, bringing with it the scent of living things. She loves the walk to work. It's her time to relax, turn off, and to just let herself settle.
He watches her every day. She doesn't ever notice him. He likes the back of the little open air cafe. He's more comfortable in the shadows. He's memorized the way she walks, the color of her hair when the sun hits it just so, and the dreamy smile on her face that she seems unware of. His head fills with music when he sees her. He thinks she's made for soft light, and wonders how someone like her walks alone.
She walks to work every day.
Every day, he watches.
He wishes he could talk to her. just to hear what her voice sounds like.
She wishes for someone to walk beside her. to smile up at and share her simple joy in the day.
And they're both a little lonely.
because i am constantly wondering what exciting things would happen if i actually tried to make my dreams reality...
A Work in Progress
because like my writing i am constantly changing. growing. learning. discovering new things about myself. trying to figure out just who it is i want to be. so this is an account of my journey. sometimes breathtaking, often painful, but always a work in progress.
Fellow Dreamers
About Me
- A Work in Progress
- someone who is still "under construction". a lot of rough edges, and much more building of character needed.
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