idk if this is from 11 years ago or if it's a typo
i think this is from an old email draft idk 😳 i was snooping through my old notes..
11-21-2015
She stood at the edge of the garden watching the leaves fold as dusk was falling around her...
The moon shone overhead and the stars though the cloudless spots in the sky.. While the clouds glowed..
Her mind drifted out to memories of sunny seas.. Glittering water and her father casting a net off the pier..
Kids running and playing in the shade of the abandoned bridge and her mother’s cream cheese and alfalfa sprouts sandwiches.. "Have a banana"
Memories are so weird..
Sitting in an old cramped truck surrounded by people and fighting for arm space with one's elbow..
Running down the beach.. Being carried when bleeding from unknown sea life (presumed to be either a stingray or horseshoe crab)
Remember crashing your brakeless scooter and cracking your brand new watch's crystal face when you took a fast ride down the hill alongside the house..
Bikes are so much safer.. Low riding ones are good for shorties.. I don't care for ten speeds..
Went to the library and some bums stole our bicycles parked at the entrance (locks are good to have but we had none)
The police gave us a lift home in their car (since our bikes were lost). In retrospect maybe our neighbors saw and thought we did something bad D: (being in the back of a cop car.. but we were victims of bike thief)
We used to have an old deaf neighbor... He used to call us names loudly in his deaf accent.. We used to take him places with us.. People thought he was our dad's brother (we didn't know this.. They told us years after) .. He wore too much perfume.. It hurt our nose..
He made us pasta once with meat sauce.. Mom thought he was trying to show her how it's supposed to be done (she always loaded her sauce with chopped vegetables instead of meat)
I used to bake cakes... When I was 9... I sorta quit now.. 23 years latter...
*looks at dirt*
Once I ran away from home when I was 18/19 idk and I went to a neighbor's house (an elderly lady friend of my older brother's) and she made me type out a poem.. Something about grass on the side of the road.. I don't remember the whole poem but I guess I remember the basic moral to the story was to not try to be something more than you actually are.. I think she was indirectly trying to tell me off..
*sigh*
What is it that makes people not talk about how they really feel? Fear I guess.. It's all I have now..
When you have so much to say and nobody to say it too..
Maybe I wanted too much..
The sun is rising somewhere.. And next to me a sweet dog farts horribly..
My writing has gone to crap..
And once again I found out I.. Made an old mistake for the... Unknownth time...
One should know better by now...
The sun is rising somewhere...
Embrace the darkness..
Time exist now..
Everything else is a memory..
Everything out there is a dream..
-Li
11-21-2015
She stood at the edge of the garden watching the leaves fold as dusk was falling around her...
The moon shone overhead and the stars though the cloudless spots in the sky.. While the clouds glowed..
Her mind drifted out to memories of sunny seas.. Glittering water and her father casting a net off the pier..
Kids running and playing in the shade of the abandoned bridge and her mother’s cream cheese and alfalfa sprouts sandwiches.. "Have a banana"
Memories are so weird..
Sitting in an old cramped truck surrounded by people and fighting for arm space with one's elbow..
Running down the beach.. Being carried when bleeding from unknown sea life (presumed to be either a stingray or horseshoe crab)
Remember crashing your brakeless scooter and cracking your brand new watch's crystal face when you took a fast ride down the hill alongside the house..
Bikes are so much safer.. Low riding ones are good for shorties.. I don't care for ten speeds..
Went to the library and some bums stole our bicycles parked at the entrance (locks are good to have but we had none)
The police gave us a lift home in their car (since our bikes were lost). In retrospect maybe our neighbors saw and thought we did something bad D: (being in the back of a cop car.. but we were victims of bike thief)
We used to have an old deaf neighbor... He used to call us names loudly in his deaf accent.. We used to take him places with us.. People thought he was our dad's brother (we didn't know this.. They told us years after) .. He wore too much perfume.. It hurt our nose..
He made us pasta once with meat sauce.. Mom thought he was trying to show her how it's supposed to be done (she always loaded her sauce with chopped vegetables instead of meat)
I used to bake cakes... When I was 9... I sorta quit now.. 23 years latter...
*looks at dirt*
Once I ran away from home when I was 18/19 idk and I went to a neighbor's house (an elderly lady friend of my older brother's) and she made me type out a poem.. Something about grass on the side of the road.. I don't remember the whole poem but I guess I remember the basic moral to the story was to not try to be something more than you actually are.. I think she was indirectly trying to tell me off..
*sigh*
What is it that makes people not talk about how they really feel? Fear I guess.. It's all I have now..
When you have so much to say and nobody to say it too..
Maybe I wanted too much..
The sun is rising somewhere.. And next to me a sweet dog farts horribly..
My writing has gone to crap..
And once again I found out I.. Made an old mistake for the... Unknownth time...
One should know better by now...
The sun is rising somewhere...
Embrace the darkness..
Time exist now..
Everything else is a memory..
Everything out there is a dream..
-Li
