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. The day was grey full of anhedonia. i had to catch the 5;30 bus to ******. walking throrugh the park trying to get there faster for what reason i dont know, im in no rush my point in being wherever im going is nonexistent. the dark covers me and i can not run now. the feeling of being absolutely indifferent makes me just want to drown under blue light suddenly rain falls onto my head but i remain at my normal pace. the cold water rushing down my face. my hair soaked falls down and drirps upon my eylashes as the water travels back to my eyes. “who wants to be rirght in the rain? its better when something is wrorng”
i reach the bus stop and i choose to boycott the little roofed bench. there was this girl sitting there with a guitar. she looked over to me and said ” her name is cherry. i couldnt help but notice her giant hair and her extreme make up. thick eyeliner streched to extremes, red lips to mach the bandana keeping her hair together, her little black dress and red belt at her waist. an inked arm telling a story of a daddys girl. already i knew this girl whom i never met before has taken my soul with her four words. i go to sit next to her, even though im soaked i can feel myself drerntching in sweat.
”you getting the bus too?” she had the most beautiful english accent. “im getting out of here, but you dont care about my story huh?” she smile and i remained speechless i tried to smile but i was so tense i just made an awkward smirk. “well one day your gonna hear my life on the radio i prormise thats for true”. she took out her guitar and placed it infront of her. ” you know music nowadays its all im better than you and i can move on whereas music back then was more like okay you can leave but know im going to lay in the middle of the road with my heart in my hand” i managed to smile ” aw you see gotcha there”
i laughed. but then i quickly stopped as i heard her guitar strung. it was a funny little beat then she unleashed a voice that i couldnt believe can come out of this petite little white jewish girl
When I walk in your shoes
I understand a man confused
There must have been but I don’t care
I feel the way your soul does there
Darling they empathize
Looking through your bloodshot eyes
And I know you, you’re so frustrated
Above we all become what we once hated
Be slight nobody can be that wise
I can’t help you
if you won’t help yourself
I can’t help you
if you don’t help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
You can get so much from me I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself
all i heard was her voice singing and singing. before i knew it the bus was there but i never saw that girl again. i only hear her on her LPs…..
(Source: asongforme)
