Just a creative write, imagination is everything ;) Options

[AngelinaTaylor]

I'm opening my eyes to the nothingness that keeps trying to convince me I'm wide awake in my own illusion. "Get up", it says. "Get up, get up, GET UP!" I lit my cigarette with an effort, despite the rain that seems to start pouring. I look up and I realize, it really is raining. I've become so numb, that I don't even feel the raindrops over my face, nor my heavy, soaked clothes. All I keep thinking about is you. The way your insignificant words reached into my soul and killed a part of it. Intentionally? Probably. Why? For revenge? You tell me. All I ever did was tell you the truth. Prevent you from getting hurt. If you actually fell in love with me, do you know how much you would've hurt? Were you in love? No. Was I?

... No.

Nonetheless, I cared, and still care. But after these dreaded words, my being refuses to accept what I usually feel when I'm around you. Should I give up and leave it at that? I've already done so, dear. Seems like you have, too. But that doesn't stop me from wanting everything like before. It's senseless. Stupid. Impossible. I bump into a stranger accidentally. "Sorry," I say. "Where the hell's your head?" he looks at me puzzled. "You wouldn't want to know", I answer and go on. So why? Why?! ... Why ...

This has to stop, and it will, and I will be happy once again. And I won't lose anything anymore. Never. Red light; I've got to stop. The rain makes everything so much dimmer and darker. I watch the cars go by. You could be anywhere. You could be in one of those cars; you could be crossing the street. Will you ever want to see me again? I doubt it. Do you know how much amount of pain you inflicted upon me when you spoke with such emotionless words? I throw the small remains of my cigarette on the ground and step over it. Green light - I cross. I don't even know where I'm going. I don't care either. I hate you. I hate all we ever had; I hate the sound of your name, and your presense, and the way you ever made me feel. I hate you, and it hurts to hate. Some say hate is stronger than love. I guess, I'll have to compare the two at some point.

A cafe. Sure, why not. So what if it's 11:30pm? Who says sleep is valuable?

I must force you out of my conscience, of my thoughts. So I enter the cafe, placing you in the back of my head, the every back of my memories.

Sooner or later, everything will end. And I'll start over.

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P.S. I don't know where this came from, I just like to write.. Some of it is connected to certain events, but some of it isn't. Shouldn't be taken literally.

Taylor``

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I like this one. One of my favorites out of all the other CB work.