it was raining tonight....
I went out for pizza and coffee with two of my friends
we spoke of love and loss and made lots of references to sex and rock & roll
the music playing at the pizza place was terrible
the asshole there wouldn't change it
not even to the fucking Smiths
I hate rap
my friends and I walked around downtown at mid-day
the sky faded and the clouds were sucked into oblivion
evaporated by the rain that fell
we eventually ended up at a coffee house
I saw a beautiful girl working as a cashier
she served me coffee and incomprehensable beauty
but I said nothing but that I loved her glasses
so I asked for a latte
I was dropped off by my friend at another restaurant, where my ride met me
I stood under an awning
listening to coldplay while waiting
looking up at the sky
watching the rain fall
the wind blew rain onto my hair and in my eyes
instead of wiping it away I let it soak in
feeling a million beads of rain fall down my face onto the ground
tried to write poetry at the coffeehouse and in the car
it didn't work
I instead literally ate my work and started a new one
after this entry I'll start it
I told my friends while sitting at our table
"Thistle would kill me if she saw me right now, with me not saying anything"
I guess sometimes things are better left written
than ruined.
I went out for pizza and coffee with two of my friends
we spoke of love and loss and made lots of references to sex and rock & roll
the music playing at the pizza place was terrible
the asshole there wouldn't change it
not even to the fucking Smiths
I hate rap
my friends and I walked around downtown at mid-day
the sky faded and the clouds were sucked into oblivion
evaporated by the rain that fell
we eventually ended up at a coffee house
I saw a beautiful girl working as a cashier
she served me coffee and incomprehensable beauty
but I said nothing but that I loved her glasses
so I asked for a latte
I was dropped off by my friend at another restaurant, where my ride met me
I stood under an awning
listening to coldplay while waiting
looking up at the sky
watching the rain fall
the wind blew rain onto my hair and in my eyes
instead of wiping it away I let it soak in
feeling a million beads of rain fall down my face onto the ground
tried to write poetry at the coffeehouse and in the car
it didn't work
I instead literally ate my work and started a new one
after this entry I'll start it
I told my friends while sitting at our table
"Thistle would kill me if she saw me right now, with me not saying anything"
I guess sometimes things are better left written
than ruined.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
zelda:
YOAGY is one of my roommates
thistle:
this is the prettiest journal entry i've read in a long time.