I need a bedtime story. Won't get one, so gonna need to think of one.
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Last night could've been special, but I guess it's gotta be one of those give and take situations. And then you come home feeling upset over what's not supposed to be, start writing useless punters, sulk, suck thumb, and try to move on.
Maybe "special" isn't quite the right way to describe it.
A holographic display of the surrounding buildings were nauseating. Closed my eyes for a moment before another heat wave seeped through me. Walking down a crowded street alone got me thinking, and missing many things, people, and places.
I was on a bus back to the airport during sunset. The TV was on playing some silly comedy in a foreign language I never understood.
We passed by many fields of green shadowed by the surrounding mountains. The sun burned a dull red that evening, and it wasn't even six yet.
As the bus continued, I thought about home. I missed home. The feeling of the heart wrenching and yearning was lesser then - I was heading back there. And it didn't take too long to get back at the beautiful serenity whizzing by.
That's just how it felt last night. Just felt like describing it, though it wasn't anything fantastic. Appreciating myself perhaps. :wink:
If there's a boyband I like, it's gotta be A-HA.