I woke up earlier than usual, the sun hadn't yet peeked through the clouds. I went out to the balcony and appreciated the darkness of the day, it was five-thirty in the morning. I stayed there until six and witnessed the patches of blue growing, the sort of hue that is soft and not too bright. Beneath every grey cloud, there was a gleam of happiness, the leading edge was brilliant white as if it was a new page of an eccentric book ready for any curious eye. This day could bring rain or sunshine, it wouldn't be bad to have both, a little chuck of both so that the rainbow can make its way out of the sky. This morning is reminding me of her once again, every part of it.
Mina, I hope next time I come out to this balcony to appreciate the beauty of nature, I wish you are next to me or behind me or in front of me or on top of me. Anywhere you please, but with me.
I sighed as I remembered it's been way too long since I felt this joy inside of me. From the moment I saw her eyes, I've been getting hurricanes of emotions on full force every day. Sadly, I know I have to stop, I won't let my 'emotions' control me, I have complete control upon myself, I can't and won't let my guard down.
I don't really know Mina, what if she is the same as my ex.
I was talking, more like arguing, with my inner self as I brushed my teeth, I then looked myself in the mirror and didn't see anything, I couldn't see me. I got reminded, once again, that I still don't exist and whatever it is that I'm 'feeling' has to stop immediately. I won't let a woman be in my way, she will only be a piece of waste stuck on my feet, I have to focus on the real reason why I'm staying here.
I took a cold shower to wake myself, I put on an off-white t-shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and my favorite white Nikes. Then I went to the kitchen, ate a baguette with jam and some coffee. After that, I took my keys and went out of my house through the garage so I can take my motorcycle and drive full speed to college. It's not like I'm late or anything, I just like speed, the adrenaline, when the wind hit my body with extreme force and I still cut through it as if I was the most powerful creature on earth.
I chose two majors: art and law. The contrast. I know. To be honest I've been into art throughout my life. I find truth in every piece, the way it speaks to me, every painting always tells a story. I get amazed when there is mistery withing the painting, how sometimes there are bright colors but the concept is negative and vice-versa. I compare myself to art, we're so stable but always in free-fall inside. On the other hand, when it comes to the law, I'm interested in making people pay for their wrongdoers. My blood boils when I see children on the streets dying of hunger, coldness, while the government is getting their bellies full to the brim. I hate it. Injustice has always been a part of the system, I want to break that cycle. The cycle where the poor remains poor and the rich get richer. Screw that, everyone deserves an opportunity and have access to their essential rights.
I didn't really want to attend college because I already know what they're going to teach, buuuuut I'll still attend and try to have a normal life until I find what I'm looking for.
I parked my motorcycle next to a certainly lustrous car. I forgot to bring my schedule and I also forgot where my classes where so I went to the principal's office and 'asked for help.' I waited a couple of minutes then I heard someone call my name when I turned around to see who was the owner of this soft voice, though I already knew, I got hypnotized once again by her. Those hose brown eyes that contain a billion hues, where brown loses its natural meaning, they are the forest and the autumnal leaves. Those eyes can't be described in one word or spelled in a certain way because they've got no such containment. Those eyes that steal glances at mine, they are seducing me, they are inviting me to marvel in their simplicity, in their infinity.
It's her again.
"Hi Mina, miss me?" I know my voice can turn her on.
"Do you have no manners? How old are you? You definitely do not look older than me." Ouch, she's tough.
"Which question do you want me to answer?" I want to see her red face again, teasing her is the best way to go.
Blank. No response.
"Would you believe me if I tell you I'm a hundred years older than you?" I said in a calm but serious voice.
"Can you be serious for once? Unlike you, I do have things to do. Get your ugly ass up from that precious chair and follow me." Did she just call my gorgeous butt ugly? I bet when she gets to touch it, she would change her whole diet just to keep eating mine.
"As you say, pretty lady." She looks resplendent today, just like how the sky was this morning, full of patches but on every edge, there was brilliant whiteness.
"Tsk." Omo, she got red again.
Even though I had no idea where we were going, I was mesmerized by her body. I was looking at her back, she looks so elegant and fine. Also, the way she walks, she walks like a ... penguin?
"Pffft, hahaha" I started laughing at my own thoughts. She's so tough but she walks like a penguin. LMAO.
"Are you mentally ill?" She turned to face me. Goddammit, I'm shorter than her so she has to look down.
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"For you" I made sure she didn't hear me.
"Walk beside me, pervert" She made an emphasis to the pervert word, how dare she. I had no time to respond because she took my hand and pull me to stand next to her.
