Stream of Consciousness: Bus and Feelings

I'm sitting on the bus surrounded by strangers and my mind is all over the place. generally, though it''s on you. to quote The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and Darcy, specifically, "I was in the middle before i knew it had begun". it really sums up the way i feel about this whole situation. it hadn't been until i said it out loud that i really knew i meant it. I like you. Who is 'you'? The internet doesn't know, hell, I don't even know. I know your name, I know what you look like, and I know what your voice sounds like. But I don't know you. and that scares me a little. I don't know how to strike up a conversation with you. fuck, i'm not even good at this 'boy' thing. I'm so lost with it all. but maybe that's okay. 

(i did this on the bus last night and it felt so good to just get this off my chest)

bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

getting to know you

i dont know how to dress
the idea of you makes me nervous
sitting beside me
and i barely know your name

laughing, joking, conversing
getting to know you
slightly

(its about a boy at school. and i wrote this right before class the other day)

in my dreams

I try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes

They still droop

Coffee would only make things worse

I’d stay up too late

And I wouldn’t be able to just sit in bed

With only you on my mind

And maybe this way

You’ll actually stay in my dreams

(i literally wrote this in 5 minutes because just needed to shove something out)

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We all get up in a hurry, we playing collectively, one of our favourite games of the week. The sun has gone down behind the mountain and we've sung our campfire closing song, Taps. I run past John wanting to make it up to the dining hall first, and by doing so, it is immediately made a race. He wins, of course, being 6' 3" and all. Huffing and puffing we agonizingly wait for the rest of our respective cabin mates to arrive before Arianna comes to remind us of the rules.

quick in class freewrite of an idea i'm forming for a creative essay (i'll post the creative 'write your own story' essay once its written)

Innocent

Its late, probably 2 AM,

Robert is reading and Johnny Cash plays.

Under a duvet

Him and I lying together in the darkness,

I'm not getting up unless he does.

He doesn’t.

So, side by side on the couch, we sleep together

In the most innocent sense of the phrase

As if it could be Anything Else

The golden sun peeking over the trees

it feels like ten degrees

despite it being late summer

But time is flying by

Stylish in our pajamas

and a constant zombie state

the cereal bowls clang

no thoughts of the city nearby

Expecting normality

Saved by the strange

Waiting would be disastrous

first is to get a seat

Fighting non-stop laughter

to maybe get through the meeting

Plastic swords

Answers to questions

Watch a movie and

we all lie on someone else

And to believe I thought this place had changed