slow down the time - [fleur] {blitz}
Apr 16, 2012 18:03:28 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Apr 16, 2012 18:03:28 GMT -5
Patter, patter, patter go my feet. There's a book hidden in the depths of my shoulder bag that clatters against my side as I dash down the street, newly checked-out from the library. My eyes itch to scan over the words, my fingers itch to turn the delicate pages, my mind itches to be filled with knowledge. If I had it my way, I'd live in the library. Or I'd build a house with bookshelves in every room. Perhaps the walls would not be filled with photographs, but with lines and lines of leather spines to be traced by fingertips. I'd sit in my own little world with a million worlds in between, able to dive in and out of them at any given time. No-one could find me.
I am headed for a specific place in my home, slowly building itself back up from the earthquake that shook us all. Luckily this place did not attain much damage - my bench in one of the parks. I often come here to read, to escape. To pass the time that slows down and speeds up all at once. People don't get that sometimes I just want to be alone.[/i] But even alone, hidden behind the book, people pass. And I read not only the words in front of me, but the figures that walk by too. How they walk, how they talk. Who they are and how they're feeling. It's my favourite thing in the world and I don't care if Mother thinks it's rude.[/i]
But perhaps today won't be so great, for my ideas crash to a concrete halt along with my pattering feet. Because there is someone in my seat.[/i]
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