Fleeting Moments Revisited.

I was driving through town yesterday with my dad when a boy got off a moped and was crossing the road in front of our car. 
He still had his helmet on and I suddenly recognised him. 
He looked right at me as he was crossing, and then took off his helmet as he reached the pavement, and we drove off as he disappeared into USA chicken. 
Maybe it was my mind playing tricks but I swear it was the boy I met briefly at the test centre only the day before.
Kinda sucks that I was eating a bacon roll and had bacon hanging out of my mouth at the time.
I wonder if it was him?

Fleeting Moments.

I met some guy today, fleetingly.
He was at the theory test centre, and so was I, and he asked if I would like to go in front of him in the queue for our results, and I got all flustered couldn't look him in the eye properly and said "No, no, it's fine." 
He got his stuff out of the locker and so did I and then he disappeared out the door. Seconds later, I was handed my results and left too.
Walking down the hallway, he turned and looked at me. "Did you pass?" he asked. 
"Uh, I'm not sure, I haven't looked," I said, opening my sheet. "Nope, I failed!"
"Ah, I failed last time," he said. 
We were chattering about the theory test and I blindly followed him into the lift, when normally I would have taken the stairs, as I'm slightly claustrophobic. We laughed about how confusing the results sheets were, and when we reached the ground floor, we ambled out of the lift and he said "See you," and left. And then he was gone, just like that.
Mum picked me up a few minutes later, and we got stuck in a queue for a couple of minutes, and I phoned my friend Sarah. When I looked out of the car window, I saw him, in his mum's car, parked on the side of the road, facing my way. I looked at him and smiled and he saw me but then we drove off.


It got me thinking about how many people we meet for a second, or a few minutes; people who, if we could have gotten to know better, could have been close friends, or partners. 


It's a shame I didn't just take a risk and ask for his number, or even his name, because now I will never see him again.

October.

I can't breathe, and the world squeezes in a little tighter.

I'm stuck, and I don't know which way to go.

I'm hollow, and the air that I breathe does not fill up my lungs.

I am tired, and I can't get enough sleep.

I am aching; I can feel it in every fibre of my body.

I am me, just me, and just me is not enough.

Lovestruck.

Smack!

My back hits the wall and you're

screaming in my face.

I wasn't crying before but now I've

started I can't stop.

I suddenly realise that I'm not even

 scared any more, and I'm tempted to see how

far you'll go.

I know I should leave but I know I never will

and I start to wonder...

what kind of person is this going to make me?

11:11

I wish I could stop eating because I feel guilty after nearly every bit of food.
I wish my parents were prouder.
I wish I spent more time with my brother.
I wish I hadn't told you everything.
I wish she hadn't changed.
I wish he had respected me and 
I wish I had respected myself.

I wish you'd cared and
I wish I hadn't cared.
I wish I could keep my mouth shut.
I wish I had smaller bones.
I wish people knew how much I care about them.
I wish I was sexier.
I wish I knew more.
I wish I knew why you aren't talking to me.
I wish she was happy.
I wish you felt what I felt.
I wish I was different.

As If

As if the walls would melt away into the air if I reached out and touched them.
As if what I am seeing isn't real.
As if my vision is obscured.
As if I'm not quite really there.
As if outside doesn't exist.
As if I am in a dream.
As if I'm alone.