He is a phenomenon and he doesn't know it.
Beautiful. Intelligent. Lovable.
His words make him fall in love with him and yet his overthinking self does not comprehend it.
The situation that they are being put in. A teacher. A student. Makes it ha...
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Peace.
Tranquility.
This is one of those moments when my body is numb and my head is high up in the clouds. So high that I can't reach it.
It's quiet, so so quiet I can hear the sound of the fly buzzing. The pin is dropping. Everything.
Who was I a year ago? What am I now? What will the future hold for me?
Will I die? If so then how? Will I jump off a bridge, get shot at the side of the head, will I go to Madrid but never come back because the plane had crashed. Will I cut my veins? Watch myself bleed until there is no more power and strength for me to keep my eyes open. Will I die now?
The question always rummages through our heads. It creates a sense of paranoia nobody asks for.
I think that the concept is strangely wonderful. Lovely.
It is only when we notice that we will soon die that we can finally know the sensations, the disappointment within ourselves of how we are all wasting time. We might say later, but that later may never happen.
As heartbreaking as it sounds, time will always run out. It is a limited source given to us, we all waste our time and before we know it we are fifty- in a wheelchair and with deep resentment because we never enjoyed our lives.
I waste my time, I do. I might spend hours being angry over something that will one day be forgotten. Hours overthinking. And I hate it. I hate overthinking.
I feel my body being pulled out of the water, my face finally feeling the coldness of the bathroom as I exhale. And I look up to see who had pulled me up and out of the water inside the bathtub.
I find him, he looks at me with wide eyes. He looks worried.
But is he?
Or is he just faking it?
"Is this why you called me over?" He asks and I shake my head still in the tub as I look up at him and he sighs he sits down beside the steps. "You scared me? I was worried that you drowned yourself when I saw you."
Were you?
In my life, I have met countless people who would smile if I did drown myself.
I grin when he takes out the ice cream I asked him for and he hands me a spoon raising his eyebrows when he sees that I don't get out.
"You're not going to get out?"
"I'm not going to get out," I tell him and I eat the ice cream.
"Why not?"
"Why do I need to?" I tell him and he nods, grabbing himself one to eat it.
"I'm naked," I tell him and he looks at me, nodding.
