Suddenly she remembered she had somewhere a tiny box filled with lost false memories, they're were utopic but she didn't care 'cus she knew the time will come when she will feel the need to open Pandora's box and inhale all those lovely but toxic for her mental sanity. There were received email just like in her favourite movie. She knew now and back then that she had gone bad with the trick she had made, but now, she was too selfish and she devoured those savagely.
"Strange-ma-n brate tine-ma cat mai strans nu imi da drumul, nu vreau sa fiu lasat pustiu....!"good morning dear friend.have one of those days the bring a smile to your face!
"If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? "
"you ran back and forth through my mind all day long...all i could think of is getting home so we could talk again....i still agree completely that giving me your number would somehow spoil this magic but i wished i had you number so i could have at least sent you a good morning message.i surrender myself to you, do with me what you please."
Perhaps lily in mud shouldn't have post these, but she couldn't help it, for what they represented. No sexual hints, no cheesy remarks, no cheap and meaningless messages...just simple things that make anyones life much more happier and thus, regrets come forward. Not for the man i lost, i am completely convinced that we were two different characters, but for the virtual friend if i am permitted to call him so, i have lost. It's curious that in the darkest and blackest periods we do remember memories such as these, untouched by filth and gossip *(though, if i would go deeper in remembering what happened , i would remember that the gossip made us fall apart..) Lily feels like she must rise from the mud she is in and try for a while to play a normal no drama life. for what could have been, tonight i'll sign up as Shopgirl and not Lily in mud..
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