I was out on one of those solitary trips
When I held up a shirt to myself and happened to glance at the shopkeeper.
She was looking, too,
But she had the dullest eyes I've ever seen
And I don't mean exhaustion.
It was different from the red-rimmed, strained ones that hurt people have,
It was not the ones that oozed withheld tears and secrets.
It was rather lifeless, beyond boredom, and almost emotionless;
A sharp contrast from when a certain switch was flipped on inside her
And she spoke with both animation and colourful vivacity.
It was almost like a mask; and
I don't know, but the image really stuck with me.
Does she not enjoy her job or her life?
.
I'm gonna go out again soon,
And it's probably gonna be alone like most of my trips because frankly speaking
That's when you have the most fun-
Being quiet, doing things at your own pace and all.
I really don't go out enough..
Cuz who knew that there were sales this time of year,
And that there would be so many humans up and about?
Christmas, or someday close-
We're gonna go take a stroll out in the lighted streets and cool, crisp air.
This festival has never meant much to me,
But I suppose I'm just in a holiday mood
That happens to meld together with the festive ones hanging all around me.
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Some days your dreams are too rich,
Full of jokes that make you snigger in your sleep,
Full of certain fulfilments that only happens in a dream,
Full of silent libraries (for once) and nice, nice things.
Some days you sleep too much,
Because upon waking up a drowsiness and dizziness pushes you,
Forcefully, back onto the bed
And the alarm you've set goes ignored,
And you sleep,
too, too, much.
Part of being an early riser means that these kinds of things-
Waking up at 10:30 instead of 7,
Having lost the best part of a day-
Pisses you off about yourself.
But some days it's worth it,
Some days you see,
The sleep had felt so powerful in what it'd given.
.
I was feeling a little stressed yesterday,
And I thought, 'What better idea is there than to watch some light-hearted movie to cheer myself up'?
I'd ended up with Titanic, then The Aviator,
And I almost went on to The Imitation Game,
But thank god I didn't cuz that'd have been too much in one day.
Surprisingly, though,
It was a good-dreams night.
.
I've scrapped the lavender nails;
They're now black, with one white one on each hand for sth different,
And one rose-gold glitter one that you can't quite notice
until the light catches it to bounce off them sparkles.
One of the black nails has this midnight blue and white glitter layered onto it,
The left hand is different from the right, and
I'd show you a picture, but it's so much trouble. (Oh, the irony)
People find it odd,
But, well, I like it. 🤓
It feels cool.
One solid colour on all nails is kinda mainstream, after all.
(Though that'd probably look better)
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