She was sitting there on a narrow bench in her hometown's park, legs crossed, with her long messy hair that was usually was her most noticeable feature as she was a bit petite figured. She was wearing her favourite black sweatpants which were usually too big and baggy on her, and that made her like them even more. Looking at the many people that crossed the hallways, she'd always wonder what everyone was thinking about and if anyone had the same mind-set she had.
She decided to go up and talk to a person, her intention was to break the ice because she always liked to talk to people, to be involved in a conversation. However, if a person approaches her incoherently, she develops this awkward vibe that fortunately does not last for long though.
She is doubtingly yet undeniably interested in the person she converses, trying to maintain an endearing eye contact but also trying to be seemingly unimpressed. She is usually the kind of person who is rarely captivated by the interest-oriented abilities of people. She does not catch the eye but, the eye catches her. However, she believes no eye has seen enough to do the catching.
This person is very different and very inviting, that they give her an invitation to go through their soul and explore their unambiguous loyalty. But how through can she go? When does it become too dangerous?
She is a very pushy person, she doesn't push people to do things but she pushes people out of doing things, things for her. She wants many things for her life, some things she thinks she's not ready for and she's right. Other things she's just afraid of starting.
If only she and this person were both strong ropes beautifully twisted and tied into impeccable knots, but not the straw/plastic-made ropes because those hurt if you had your hand in between the bond.
When she talked to the person, she was not talking with her mouth and she did not express with her words. Her eyes were her main tool of communication, because they spoke and they looked through souls. She always hated small talk, even though she knew she was good at it. She liked depth and people who spoke with emotion, people who had twisted minds.
She slowly backed out and thought about herself for a moment. Every year is different, yet everyday feels the same to her. There's something maddening about both though. She wants stability, she wants permanency, wants commitment but at the same time she hates routine, she dreams of change, of progression. Something that is new and exciting.
So, she wanders blindly through the boring and unproductive days that pass her by, and then to find out how things she never thought would change, drastically change, people who existed in her life, faded into nonexistence, which maddened her more because it was not a part of her yearning expectations. The expectations she wishes didn't exist, the expectations that she then claims to be non-existent.
But why is she so deep, incomprehensible and so feel-oriented at one point and at some other point, becomes radically coherent of how she feels, and of how she'll decide her state before it actually beholds her?
That was only a period of time before the night had rushed in and she had to leave those thoughts behind, leave this person behind, and leave the park because it was getting late.
She said her goodbyes to her well-known stranger, in wonder if they'll meet again, thinking if she could meet them again.
Unfortunately, she'll never know if she will.
