I sit alone in the rickety train carriage, the rattling windows and creaking doors filling the silence. I slouch back against the hard plastic chair, remembering his freckles and light brown eyes that would twinkle in the sunlight with little specks of green and yellow. His signature black Rip Curl hoodie, and that whole beach boy vibe about him. The way he would rake his hand through his blonde-streaked caramel hair. I am taken back to that day at the beach, when he was trying to teach me how to surf. He flicks his long hair back and grins, a smile that meets his eyes as he holds my gaze. Those huge eyes stare into me, through me.
I am startled out of my reverie as the robot-like automated voice announces we have come to our destination. I depart the train in a daze, completely unaware of the bustling civilians all around me.
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the random shit in the notes of my phone
Acakjust a bunch of stories and thoughts from the notes of my phone...some complete exaggerations, some real life and some fantasies. some are theories about people and what they really think behind closed doors.
