Slowly I looked at the glass screen. A busy scene stood in front of me of people rushing to places and hurrying to their destinations. I looked down at my half drank coffee. A blurry reflection of a girl with big dreams, but no opportunities looked back at me. From far away, I might look like I am a happy girl spending my life discovering myself in a small cozy diner. Inside? I am lost. I have places I want to go to and things I want to try. I am multiple people trapped inside one body. A young waitress walked over to me and gave me a warm smile.
"Would you like something to eat?" Her English accent sounded refreshing in a dull diner like this. Her eyes, a sparkling blue against her bright blonde hair. She was like a bright sunflower in a field of dead weeds.
I lightly shook my head and returned a small smile. She nodded and I watched her walk away with a bounce in her step. A bounce in her hair. Her energy practically radiating off of her small frame.
I looked down at my coffee again. As if for a split second I had experienced what it felt like to live a life where everything wasn't scattered and hopeless. My hand reached out to grab the silver spoon in front of me. I stir my half empty, cold coffee until it stirred itself. I watch the silky liquid spin like a tornado. I watched until it halted to a stop and sat unstill, stagnant again.
I stood up and looked around. Same tables, same chairs, same people. Same me. Maybe tomorrow I would go somewhere. Or maybe I would talk to someone. Or maybe I could come back, order the same coffee, look out the same window, and wish the same wish, to be someone I am not.
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Welcome readers! This is something different than what I usually write but I hope you enjoyed it! It might be a little confusing and unclear to read at first, but if you reread it it should be more clear. This style is a little different than the usual, but I find it really fascinating. Tell me what your thoughts on this was either in the comments or private messaging. Also if you ever stumble upon a piece that you would really like me to expand it and make it an actual story (or a part two etc) please please tell me!
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Beyond Skies
RandomThis contains a collection of short stories, poems, sayings or anything else from my mind. Most of these are based on experience and my personal thoughts, but every now and then there would be some just for fun. I have a lot going on in my life righ...
