Stream of unrelated thoughts. Day 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Was drunk and started writing out my thoughts. It is only first part...

Submitted: July 21, 2011

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Arctic Monkeys are playing on my stereo and I am thinking of her. Neither her name nor her looks are familiar to me. I don't know where she is from, I don't what she does and how she is. I know nothing but my mind crying out loud wants her. My heart is asleep and passive, kinda saying do what you want just don't bother me. I am bored but happy, I am alone but it is fine... Until she comes.
She is my ideal, a girl I will never find but in the same time I will never quite looking for. Perfect art of beauty, she is what she is. But even if I get a glimpse of her existence I will never be the same. That is my faith, being a romantic person is not easy. Falling in love every time I meet a girl wears your heart off. I am sorry to say but you do not want to be me. But I am perfectly fine, I love my life the way it is.
Track have ended, Franz Ferdinand is coming on my playlist and my story goes on. No coffee, no cigarettes, no windows, no hippies. It is just me sitting in the four walls of apartment castle built by my creators. My city is sleeping and I should too, but keyboard and no existing listeners are not letting me go. I want to write and kiss and fuck and live. My body is perfect, my mind is recovering. Crazy I am not but desperately want to loose my roof at least for a second. Stream of non related thoughts being splashed on my keyboard keep coming and she is still not here.
I want her so much that I cannot even think of it. Writer I am bad but I enjoy your hatred so keep going. Who knows maybe one day I will get published or at least famous and fuck models in Paris snoring cocaine from their breasts. Or I will end up in the boring office making millions but not making any words or letters of wisdom. I will be happy but like everyone. But again it is fine, it is alright and as good as it can get. It is a normal life, people like I are doomed to live and experience.


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