swear like a sailor.— [diwata/billy]
Dec 30, 2021 20:55:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2021 20:55:49 GMT -5
D I W A T A A C O S T A
A few things stuck with me from my younger days. Days when I thought high school popularity was everything and the concept of "coolness" meant more to me than happiness. People thinking I was cool and edgy was my version of happiness back then. Now? Now I'm still not sure what exactly happiness is but it's not that. I'm still discovering it.
I still like the fisherman taverns from back then. The stench of the seas and the stories the fishermen tell are like home to me at this point. They remind me of what I love to do, of what I want to do with the rest of my life. I don't mind the scent of the fish in the air. I don't mind that the place honestly probably doesn't meet health standards or the way all the men seem to have food in their beards.
I don't seem like the type of person to belong here, but I do. And then I see someone else who doesn't seem like they belong. Yet, despite that they seem comfortable. Another career, a girl I don't know the name of. But she intrigues me. She intrigues me because while she doesn't seem like she fits in, she does. She's definitely been here before even if I've never noticed. That's because she fits in as well as I do.
I grabbed the fish and chips I was eating and let the sailor talking to me finish his story of the time his boat capsized. Then I went over towards where she was sitting at the bar. I sit close to her, but not too close. There was one bar stool separating the two of us. Careers can be dangerous after all, I'm dangerous sometimes too. I speak up, not making eye contact with her as I eat my food, "I'm surprised we haven't met yet. We seem to frequent the same places, don't we?"
I still like the fisherman taverns from back then. The stench of the seas and the stories the fishermen tell are like home to me at this point. They remind me of what I love to do, of what I want to do with the rest of my life. I don't mind the scent of the fish in the air. I don't mind that the place honestly probably doesn't meet health standards or the way all the men seem to have food in their beards.
I don't seem like the type of person to belong here, but I do. And then I see someone else who doesn't seem like they belong. Yet, despite that they seem comfortable. Another career, a girl I don't know the name of. But she intrigues me. She intrigues me because while she doesn't seem like she fits in, she does. She's definitely been here before even if I've never noticed. That's because she fits in as well as I do.
I grabbed the fish and chips I was eating and let the sailor talking to me finish his story of the time his boat capsized. Then I went over towards where she was sitting at the bar. I sit close to her, but not too close. There was one bar stool separating the two of us. Careers can be dangerous after all, I'm dangerous sometimes too. I speak up, not making eye contact with her as I eat my food, "I'm surprised we haven't met yet. We seem to frequent the same places, don't we?"
