I want to get excited about life again, but I don’t know how to do it. I wish I could find a companion that was more exciting then I am willing to bring somebody like me around with them on their adventures. I have some side adventures too, but I’m tired of leading myself into some kind of havoc id prefer to blame somebody else these days.
so I haven’t seen yet the guy from The Bus that I saw that one day last year. I can only dream of having a boyfriend that looks like that: well put together, and responsible like. there was something really moving about his countenance that i simply wont forget possible in a man, so nothing less will do now and thats the deal breaker.
some days pass without a single thing happening and those days blur into one long time period of fugue. i remember how little i remember and those days passed with me in a stunned silence. i dont know how to get over myself. i suppose a bike ride would do. this is where i want that man on the bus to come in, to entice me to come visit him on my bike. i pretend he lives close by so its easier for my feeble and weak energies to accomplish something that wonderful creature conjured. i likely would be up for most anything he uttered. totally crushing hard on that total stranger that probably thinks hes too old for me and that i look masculine. a man dressed like that encompasses everything gentlemanly and only a feminine creature will do. unfortunately for me bruises and scars in tow the heart on my dirty sleeve will not suffice. but despite these tarnished armour there lays a wild and beautiful scintillation. my soul. he might look deeply into my faded pants and find a beautiful gown, i dunno. hope hes creative enough and falls in love with me regardless. if he ever finds me i will scream so loud everyone will know, ah yes, nicole must have found her man.