72 facets.

A piece i wrote for a local library competition, it is made up of several of my blogs put together, plus 1 night up with a wacky imagination.....up to date...no reply....lolol...prolly fail. OH WELL.

Word count: 1023

72 Facets

...time for uni, bag, keys, wallet, phone, mp3...ok everything set....



My hand wandered from my back pocket towards the brass handle of my front door, with a simple flick of my wrist the front door swung open and I stepped out onto my porch. The cool rush of air felt like velvet as it brushed across my face extracting the little warmth I had in mere seconds. The terracotta tiles below my feet permeated the morning cold up the rubber soles of my shoes and towards my toes. My entire body was beginning to numb but I didn’t notice, or rather I didn’t care. I was expecting to see the miniscule ants struggling to carry grains ten times their size, yet today they were absent. Instead, I was surprised to see that the tiles sparkled under the light as if tiny gems were embedded in its surface. I bent over and dragged my index finger across the ground hoping they would stick to my finger like glitter would, even though my finger was numb I still felt the bumps off the earthen tiles beneath me. I retracted my finger and ‘hoped’ that I would have diamonds stuck to my finger, a grin flashed momentarily across my face and I wiped the wet finger on my jeans. They were not gems, merely water droplets nestled on the rough surface of the earthen tiles accepting any scattered light that its misty cousins would donate and sending them off with brilliance. Life is like that, even though you are absolutely certain that diamonds do not magically appear on your doorstep you can’t help but to double check…just in case.

The train came to a screeching halt less than a meter in front of me hissing as air flowed from its valves. It was an old train….of course it was old being a Sydenham train. On the windows initials were clumsily etched, probably with keys or a pocket knife. One said “suck”, and another said TIM ‘O8. Graffiti was still visible despite attempts to be scrubbed and all that remained of the Connex logo sticker was “CON..”. Yet it was always the once gleaming silver panels were now horribly dinted that made the train appear to be so old. Perhaps even antique. I stepped onto the train and took refuge at the closest seat to me, the doors beeped and closed shut behind me. Usually I would extract a Jodi Picoult novel from the blue bag I carried with me but today I was not in the mood. I sat on my fingers to warm them up and took a quick glance at those around me. Trains always amazed me, it was the only place that you could find people wearing suits, blue overalls or oversized baggy jumpers within a ten meter radius. I continued to survey my surroundings taking curiosity in the variety of the commuters before something caught my eye. Our eyes locked for a split second, my heart skipped a beat perhaps two. I spotted her hazel brown eyes directly three rows in front of me. Her straight brown hair hung loosely over her shoulder and I had the peculiar urge to feel it, to see if it was as smooth as it looked. Instead I made do with a weak smile, suddenly I became self conscience and if it was possible in the cold I was certain the blood further drained from my cheeks. I examined my reflection in the mirror, and the same face stared back at me with blank eyes. I let out a hysterical laugh, self esteem wasn’t exactly my forte but it would have to do. I rose like a weary ape would, labored, slouched and dragged my feet barely two meters into an empty seat directly adjacent to the girl. Her eyes didn’t leave mine once. A lifetime of memories came flooding back….
She started the conversation, I could feel the tension in her voice.
“Hello Andrew, how’ve you been?” I flinched slightly, I was certain she didn’t pick it up. Miserable, on the road to recovery until now,
“Great” I lied. I was a good liar but not good enough, I could see the guilt in her eyes. As if she wanted to turn away from me but couldn’t. I returned her question “How about you? I haven’t seen you in months”, this was true. Although I wish I didn’t remember the last time I met her.
“Not that great to be honest”, her pitch rose suddenly as she stumbled for the right words. She looked towards the ground and shuffled her feet across the vinyl floor to refocus herself. “I’m alone, single again” she muttered through her teeth, attempting to fight her emotions with a hysterical chuckle.
Could’ve seen that one coming a mile away, “I’m sorry, Shit happens.” Great words of wisdom I thought to myself, but entirely true. Shit happened to me a few months ago. My months of recovery crumpled like the Berlin wall in the silent minutes to follow. Minutes that were full of full of contemplation, full of regret. I was still drawn to her, like a junkie was to heroin. Like an ex junkie I also knew that if I got sucked in one more time that I would regret it later on.
I bit my tongue and broke the silence,
“You’ll get over it” I joked cheerfully but I knew she wouldn’t, not any time soon anyway. “Look at me” I said giving her a quick wink. I brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and pulled her face towards mine to gather her full attention; her hair was just as I remembered, soft. Smooth. Our eyes locked, I smiled and got off at the next stop, “goodbye” flowed from my lips as if it was a velvety breeze and I was sure she heard me.

Love is like that, even if you are absolutely certain that a diamond appears on your doorstep you can’t help but to double check. Perhaps you should cast it away because a diamond cuts anything even you.

If i was a plant, it wouldnt matter

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simple..about you...all of you..and me

jumping strained my ankle, you strained my trust
guitar callused my fingers, you callused my love
dancing broke my wrist, you broke my heart

well those lines were about you. heres one about us

You are my everything but I am your nothing

***
Theres a few interesting facts about plants you should know...
they grow towards light, they grow upwards and may entwine with what they are touching

Well than what would happen there was a plant that had light coming from under it.
Would it grow downwards towards the light or upwards agianst gravity. Instead would it grow into a horrific entwined tangle plant because it is touching itself.

Sometimes, the outcomes of somethings are not known.
If i was a plant it wouldnt matter, I have no choice
***

I yawn and yawn and yawn, a tear rolls down the side of my nose and quickly cools. The only tears that I cry, because ive run out soul to cry. ...you know what that means, im off too bed.

URS sincerly..no nooooooo. Just Urs.

actually screw you all

Amen =D