It's been a decade.You were a teenager, newly christened an adult by the government.You were short and skinny with curly black hair and highwater jeans , and I always remember the green t-shirt you wore.You rode a bike,moussed your curls and doused yourself with cologne.If I see you again I might not recognize you.
Why?Because I heard you're not a pencil anymore,you're six feet now,and your hair is so short that no one would know you once sported large,shining loops.Plus,the jeans and t-shirt are gone and your bicycle has been replaced with a four wheeled motor powered machine also known as a car.But I wonder,do you use the same cologne?If I passed you on the street would I know your scent?Salty skin masked by musky,male perfume.You probably don't.If I see you again I probably won't recognize you.
Last year I spoke with you on the phone,you sound the same, maybe a little more mature.If I was blindfolded I would know your voice.Of course I probably wouldn't need the blindfold to hinder me from identifying you,years passing might've already done the job.You don't look or dress the same,you're not the same.Neither am I.If I see you again I won't know you.
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Hmmm... Somehow a very emo post in my point of view.. Had a person in mind while I was reading this post and almost made me tear... Great post.. Great style of writing...
ReplyDeleteMan, that was good...
I agree with jelo you have a very captivating style of writing...I enjoyed this post...Where do you write these stories from? past experiences or just make them up? either way they are great
ReplyDeleteI would say half of my blogs come from my imagination and the other half are based on real life experiences.
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