Real Mount

I was feeling used because I could've easily flew. That way, I would leave and arrive at a reasonable time. It was my own choice though. Why do I chose to suffer before my eyes? It was pretty dark and I was feeling the coldness in my bones, wishing for a jacket from the hands of a stranger sitting beside me. Once the bus came, I walked to the very back and sat beside a guy whose face I could not see. He said something to me but I just nodded without really hearing him. I didn't want to be nice and so keep on with a conversation for seven hours. That's when my Ipod come handy. I blast a music and pretend I am shut down from the world of realities just so I can avoid pointless conversations with a stranger on the bus. It was really dark inside. I fell asleep shortly after the bus started moving and forgot to text him the new time of my arrival. He had been waiting there, standing, for two hours before my arrival because of my forgetfulness. He was so nice to me. We walked in the streets towards the hotel in the quiet night. I had a hot tea and crashed on the bed for the two hours that I had. I could hear sharp clicks of his mouse throughout though. I don't know if I was really sleeping but when I woke up and took a shower I was feeling better. The breakfast was phenomenal, fresh and rich and creamy and hot and welcoming. We then said bye. The meeting made me more motivated to get things done. I called him once at night and we hanged out at a theater after-party smoking our lives away. The music was good. There were a couple of lights on the ground where many butterflies had gathered, spending three seconds in the light and three seconds outside the sphere. From Hawaii to Alaska in a sip of red wine. The night had a whirl of enigma. I felt like a sorcerer in the crowd, dancing my way though the actors, who can both dance and act at the same time. Actors have the power of speech and silence, but dancers have no power other than their movement. Our conversation was alluring. I couldn't help but open my mind to new ways of seeing. We walked back to the hotel humming some songs that linger in brain awhile after their presence. I was worried for my day on the spot, so got locked up in the bathroom. He got me out. What if he wasn't there and I died in the bathroom before I could appear on the stage? I am sure I would've gone to heaven if I had died. No one was waiting for me outside anyways, well, maybe except for a dozen. He saved me again. Why does he do that? He said I tossed and turned many times throughout the night. It must have been my nervousness. He woke me up and left himself. The big day arrived. My heart was pumping too much blood to my vocal cord and made my voice shake with every beat. The audience laughed at me or my presentation twice. That was a good sign. I enjoyed the dinner with live a cello and piano duo. Everyone was there. I felt awkward schmoozing but gave myself the comfort of thinking everyone else hated schmoozing as much as I did so there was no point to be sulky about it. Met him at the fashion show and formula car racing. I won an award. Ate. Home. Sweet. Home.