Letting Life Pass Her By
Walking right through the bustling traffic, twisting and turning to fit perfectly into the tight spots just to get to my destination. The exact destination always changing during the day but it never seemed too different in the halls. Always busy, people running to avoid being late or the people that would stand right smack in the middle of traffic just to speak to a 'buddy'. There was always the annoying couples who stopped traffic to make out or kiss, sometimes hug. People always wondered why they couldn't pull over to do that instead of right in the center of the pushing and shoving.
Most of them don't even have time for such simple conversation. To busy running around campus with either errands or running late. It's as if each of them has their own complete daily schedule. The same thing every other day, each time. Yet... they each have their own life. Things no one but them, and maybe some close friends, know about. Then they looked at others and think just what the other one might be, "Who cares? I don't know them" as if they are all that matters in the world.
It distracts her from what she was thinking for only so long before getting right back on track. Taking swift short cuts, cutting in between people just to get by. It really was like traffic on the highway. Some people even had "road rage" going on if a backpack ever touched another person, which was hard to avoid in such a crowded hall. She just ignored it and moved right on. Why should she care about what that person thinks anyway? She doesn't know them.
Soon the destination is reached and the thought process is ended.
Once again through the quarreling halls. The animal-like people trying their best just to get infront of the other as if they'll be left behind or miss something. What could they miss? Each taking their time for granted with the others around them. It ticked her off to no end. Trying her best to make it around the class before the rather annoying bell rang or, as some called it, "the train arrived". What an obnoxious sound...
The day didn't seem to matter as much as her thought process. Thinking of such serious and bizarre ideas while the time passed her by. There was nothing better to think about anyway. It was better then missing someone or being worried about another. Yet, she'd do that later despite her efforts of avoiding the topic. Old topics always came back into her mind no matter how hard she tried.
It was just odd for her. Such feelings seemed completely new for her being, her mind, her soul. It was of happiness and sorrow... both at the same time. Part of her wanted to beat the living day lights out of someone or something and the other wanted nothing more then to cling. Occassionally, wanting to cry like there was no tomorrow. She felt there was no reason to do so though. She had no right to. Why would she? People were going through worse.
She sighed heavily, soon to have to go on with the same schedule.. Same thing. Waiting all day, hoping all night for her own little miracle... The days only passing her by.
Walking right through the bustling traffic, twisting and turning to fit perfectly into the tight spots just to get to my destination. The exact destination always changing during the day but it never seemed too different in the halls. Always busy, people running to avoid being late or the people that would stand right smack in the middle of traffic just to speak to a 'buddy'. There was always the annoying couples who stopped traffic to make out or kiss, sometimes hug. People always wondered why they couldn't pull over to do that instead of right in the center of the pushing and shoving.
Most of them don't even have time for such simple conversation. To busy running around campus with either errands or running late. It's as if each of them has their own complete daily schedule. The same thing every other day, each time. Yet... they each have their own life. Things no one but them, and maybe some close friends, know about. Then they looked at others and think just what the other one might be, "Who cares? I don't know them" as if they are all that matters in the world.
It distracts her from what she was thinking for only so long before getting right back on track. Taking swift short cuts, cutting in between people just to get by. It really was like traffic on the highway. Some people even had "road rage" going on if a backpack ever touched another person, which was hard to avoid in such a crowded hall. She just ignored it and moved right on. Why should she care about what that person thinks anyway? She doesn't know them.
Soon the destination is reached and the thought process is ended.
Once again through the quarreling halls. The animal-like people trying their best just to get infront of the other as if they'll be left behind or miss something. What could they miss? Each taking their time for granted with the others around them. It ticked her off to no end. Trying her best to make it around the class before the rather annoying bell rang or, as some called it, "the train arrived". What an obnoxious sound...
The day didn't seem to matter as much as her thought process. Thinking of such serious and bizarre ideas while the time passed her by. There was nothing better to think about anyway. It was better then missing someone or being worried about another. Yet, she'd do that later despite her efforts of avoiding the topic. Old topics always came back into her mind no matter how hard she tried.
It was just odd for her. Such feelings seemed completely new for her being, her mind, her soul. It was of happiness and sorrow... both at the same time. Part of her wanted to beat the living day lights out of someone or something and the other wanted nothing more then to cling. Occassionally, wanting to cry like there was no tomorrow. She felt there was no reason to do so though. She had no right to. Why would she? People were going through worse.
She sighed heavily, soon to have to go on with the same schedule.. Same thing. Waiting all day, hoping all night for her own little miracle... The days only passing her by.
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