It never ceases to amaze me how something as simple as a change of temperate can stir up a world of emotions inside of you. Who knew chilly air could become so nostalgic.
I love cold, I love 'winter'. I really do. But thoughts of these dropping temperatures have somehow lowered my mood as well. I should stop associating things with one another, it kills the good.
I'm ready to talk. Honsest, I am. I've got it all ready.
But..now no one wants to listen.
It almost makes me mad, in a pathetically lame sort of way. I'll listen for hours about whatever anyone decides to rant on at the moment, whatever "awful" and "sucky" thing is "ruining" your life at the moment. I'll throw words of encouragement at you or just lend you my ear, whatever it is that your craving at the time.
But the occurrences in my life are irrelevant, unimportant I guess.
I am going to be selfish; I do not want to listen anymore.
And now..I believe I hear Starbucks calling out my name. Indeed, I do.
Mmmm caffeine, here I come.
THE END.
1 comment:
i deffinitely want to listen to what you have to say,
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