diaries of a chair.

august 12, 2008

(shared spaces)

you were sitting on a bench, in a long narrow bus stop station. i thought you were on the edge, as if you were waiting for a whisle to jump and run. I had just had a shower, and my hair was utterly ..never mind, that day, i knew a clip wouldn't hold it, so i didn't bother. you were holding a smile which annoyed me in a way you couldn't imagine. i'm not sure you remember me, we didn't talk at the time. your friend, the weird one .. who kept telling us how she can predict the future, no wait .. she said she can "see" the future, she introduced us. we were supposed to go somewhere that evening, but you parted for god knows why. you had this paper bag beside you the whole time, scenarios started popping in my head, i didn't ask ... giving the fact you were texting someone the whole time. i started thinking about Queen Elizabith, your queer looking printed tee shirt got me thinking about her,

if we did have the time, we could've shared a lame joke, i'm really terrible at telling jokes, but that's the funny thing about it. you would've also heard my ringing tone, i was expecting a call just after you left, it was one of the most beautiful songs ever performed. weird thing, we're waiting at the bus stop and the silence was deafening, apart from your friend, our weird friend. souless place, not a sound. well, the ad board on the building was addictive, a bit entertaining. remember it? everytime the color shifts our heads turn, i don't remember what was it about...naah...

my, ..our weird friend told me the next day, you had been into an accident, she didn't mention you as often as she's used to. and i stopped asking qestions, it was as if you were dead. sometimes i wish i had told you to get your ass of the chair, since you didn't care and i hated waiting. something might have changed. maybe.