Falling in
love should feel like a freezing in time, just a little fraction which feels
infinite. At least that’s what I thought when I saw you that Saturday in the
park. I don’t know what you did to me.
It’s weird how
you can fall in love with someone you don’t know in person, but, somehow, has
the right words you need to hear. I like to think you think about me, although
you are in another places, perhaps, under other blankets; at sea, or playing
cards, or dreaming.
Look: It’s all
gone with the wind…
Daniel says
you’re crazy, and I should let you go and meet other people. I still don´t know
what I did to you that could possibly have been wrong and made you mad at me.
In fact, I don’t even know if you’re mad at me, but I think you’re just not
yourself these days.
Today I was at
Spanish class, and I felt like I wanted to be left alone. I like to draw a lot,
in case you didn’t know. My Spanish teacher is new, she seems really nice, but
I don’t know her yet, if you know what I mean.
So, she told
me to join a work group, and I said I would, but I really didn’t. I just stayed
in my spot, and kept drawing. I like how whispers sound. And I like how rain
sounds. I also like silence.
To me, looking
at the sky whether is blue or grey, day or night time seems one of my favorite
things in the world to do.
Sometimes in
the morning, when I go to school, I see the beautiful red and blue, cloudy,
mixed sky. And I think about some songs and wonder how would it be in other countries
and if people look at the same sky, and wonders.
I don’t know
if there’s actually someone as curious as me, somewhere far beyond.
