She was in a cafe waiting for friends. It was Monday. It was quite another milestone for her because rarely does she come on time to any meet ups or finding herself waiting. The situation actually felt good for her. It was refreshing like the first break of dawn with a clean wisp of air. It is not something to be proud about, but it is normal for her to be late. It is not arrogance. It is who she is. She has her reasons. One of these must be the adjective called fear of not knowing where to go, of always hesitating on what foot to step first. Beimg on time brings so much pain in her. It must be related to the environment of growing up. There must be a psychological explanation somewhere to the feeling of being lost in the midst of "i'm almost there, stay at this place for a while" or "text me where you are, i'll be there" given to her. It is terrifying. This attitude reflects exactly how she live her life; alive, breathing, but aimless with a scent of bad organ.
She often wonders how other people view her disposition... Is she trying too hard not to appear like a newbie to this "waiting" scenario?
She must be.
The world seemed indifferent and doesn't even steer. For her. What a pity.
She often wonders how other people view her disposition... Is she trying too hard not to appear like a newbie to this "waiting" scenario?
She must be.
The world seemed indifferent and doesn't even steer. For her. What a pity.
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