Darashley.
Friday, May 3, 2019.
There's this living soul named Darashley. Am I good at noticing the smallest in people? She has such a refulgent soul. We walked the same halls in high school. The hallway was our road, we walked to different classes and paid our own toll. I wish she became my friend sooner because for very long I've felt stuck in a hole. Writing this to be cute is the last of my goal. I write as the clock ticks and tocks before Monday because my brain won't snooze. Me, plus the racing thoughts in these temporal lobes are on a roll.
We've hung out literally twice, but her energy is on another level. I've been very anti social, but something tells me she can help me speak more, escape this shell as I happily revel.
She can be my wingman, we both have huge smiles with shiny white pearls. Female best friends are awesome, I have a great track record. I also have experience since I grew up spending time with many friends and family that were mostly girls.
The first time we hung out, it was unexpected. Even though it was fast, somehow she helped and I didn't feel so damn neglected. The second time we hung out was about 45 minutes, I asked to hang out and wasn't rejected. I felt unplugged. She showed me an interesting spot to go where there's a view of water so I clear my head as I write. I came home, started to write even more. Was I plugged back into the outlet? Somehow I felt reconnected.
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