I really wonder how you feel on these nights so alone

“if only you could see”

From Detroit.

Feb 24, 2008 || 11:15 AM || comment?

She made her way down the stairwell as she always had. Taking her time but not too slow either. She kept a small bag at her side. Her dark brown hair bounced with each step down, her ears filled with the buzzing of an unknown language. All around her, they spoke to one another and the words they said made no particular sense. But still she smiled and kept to herself.

Under a covered walkway, he rushed, book in his left hand, the right staying at its side. He was one fish swimming against one thousand. He cared not that he was going solo at this. Several times he bumped shoulders, but he knew better than to expect an apology. Besides, he didn't want to be late.

She opened the metal door and a beam of sunlight greeted her. She rounded the corner to be completely bathed in it. Still the whispers of the bees followed her, surrounded her, almost drowning out her out thoughts. But she wasn't afraid. Because she wouldn't let them get to her.

Finally he broke free from the opposing current, and set foot into the vast courtyard. He stepped onto the brick wall so that he could see above everyone. He brought his right hand to his forehead; the sun was too harsh. In the distance he spotted something. Surrounded by all the rest, he could barely make out her face. But there she was, smiling, as she usually did. Could she see him?

She looked down at her wrist, the watch read slightly past one. She looked back up to notice a figure standing above the rest. And he was staring right at her, or at least, hoping it was her. She noticed the book in his left hand, for he always carried something to read. Her lips moved, but no discernible sound came out.

He squinted his eyes, still unsure of the person. "Can you make it?" He heard from atop the side wall. And he recognized her voice. He nodded, then jumped down from the wall. He began the ritual again of pushing through the masses that would move not for him. And eventually he made it to her, and her smile grew.

She hugged him, though he still kept his arms at his side, and they left together. The buzz still filled her ears, louder now, as if they didn't want her to leave. But she would never stay here, as long as he was still there to take her away from this place.

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This part is mostly about me complaining, so you know, you can skip it if you like.

So today, me and my brothers and sister have to meet with my mom today. Usually that's a good thing, but today it's not. Something happened the other day between my brother (Caleb) and my dad. He has no respect for my dad in the sense that you should listen to your parents. He stays home a lot even though most of the time he's not sick. So my dad told my brother he shouldn't stay on the computer past midnight, because that's what my father believes is the reason why my brother doesn't go to school: because he's too tired. And my brother said to him, "I don't have to listen to you." So, my dad feels if my brother is not going to respect him, or listen to him, he should'nt live here. "So far as I'm concerned, he doesn't need to be here." And another big thing came up in that argument (I was not here for it, I was at work.) was the house, and how not-clean it is. And my mom saw the house, and she told my brother well maybe dad's calling him lazy because look at the house and my brother said "I'm the only one who does anything." Which is true and yet not true, because my other brother (Alex) and myself wash dishes. Caleb usually picks up the living room and cleans off the counter sometimes. I usually do laundry, and my sister does nothing. She's cleaned the house by herself once before, and that was when my father got out of the hospital. Anytime she comes home she says, "Someone needs to take out the trash, someone needs to feed the dogs, someone needs to do this or that," and I understand why she feels she shouldn't do it, but Alex and I wash dishes we've made along with whatever else is in the sink. I wash not only my clothes but everyone's clothes, but usually not Dianna's. Sometimes she'll ask us to put her clothes in the dryer for her. Sure whatever. But if she thinks all she needs to do is wash her own dishes, wash her own clothes? I wash my own clothes, along with theirs. So Dianna and I decided we needed to get the house cleaned. Adam cleaned the living room which was really good of him. I cleaned the bathroom, and Dianna cleaned her room. I still need to mop the living room and kitchen, and it's also my duty to clean the laundry room. There's four/five of us in this house, we can certainly split up the work. But oh well. If I sit here and complain about people not helping, it's still not gonna get cleaned.