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{Clothes} {Song} {Feeling-Befuddled and a Bit Quirky} {Status-Single} {Location- The airport}
{Clothes} {Song} {Feeling-Befuddled and a Bit Quirky} {Status-Single} {Location- The airport}
The music swam from the iPod, through my earbuds and into my head. And i had heard all of these songs so many times over that the lyrics were plastered permanently into my mind. I was tempted for a moment to burst into song because i love it so much, but i kept my head on and instead pulled out my journal and began to write a poem. I had only the beginnings of one, the edges of the paper, a sediment of inspiration. London, it was much more beautiful then the pictures i'd seen on the computer and TV. Maybe it was just because i was a tourist? Probably. And it was strange to admit that i had a fettish for European accents. I was pulled away from my deep thoughts at the sound of the pilot speaking on the intercom. "We'll be landing very soon, please turn off all electronics." I sighed little, not entirely up to switching off my music. But i wasn't one for making big scenes and i wasn't going to complain like an child. About a half of an hour later i was slipping out of my seat, my bags in hand as i struggled with getting my own suitcases out. I'd never been on a plane like this before, alone. And i heard the mutters of a number of tourists and citizens at how foolish i seemed on my tip toes as i reached for the handle on the bag in that tiny compartment. When i'd finally collected all of my baggage i stepped- no, more like half marched and half stumbled out of the plane. Pressing against hundreds of people that i didn't even know. Strangers with different accents and a thousand new stories. Open Books and some sealed shut with a powerful, magical spell. They paid no mind to me though as i finally exited through the doorway and I bit my lip nervously. Looking for any of the girls that i might be spending this 'vacation' with, or even any of them. Funny, in my head this all seemed too easy and so much more of a fantasy then a reality. I guess i was wrong, because this dream that was coming true made me want to sing- but i let off the steam back at home. Laughing and smiling at the ceiling in silence by my lonesome... And then i heard the quiet laughter of my Mom, and her boyfriend behind the wall against my bed. And for a moment, i felt a dark kind of jealousy envelope my senses. They were so lucky, they could bask in their glory together, and hold each other when they needed someone. Where as for me, i had a pillow and some stuffed animals i'd gotten when i was younger. But that doesn't matter anymore, i was happy for them. For my Mom, because she was finally happy. And then i felt pity for my Dad, it's not like he was anything special though. He barely called unless there was something in it for him, and he chose when he wanted to be a father. He didn't understand that the one road you can never turn back in, was fatherhood. Ugh, enough of the self pity pep talk. And a small smile appeared on my lips as i searched the airport from where i'd gotten off at.
