Words.
Words fly past my ears, beyond my reach to comprehend... as I sit, breathless, forgetting I need oxygen to think.
It's like someone knocked the wind out of me.
Then he sets his fist down on the table hard.
Sorry buddy, I'm trying...
I really couldn't think yesterday. It was like like a sheet was over my head, muffling the sounds of my life. I couldn't hear the din of the cafeteria, or the whistles and manly yells of football practice. I didn't hear the band practicing over the hill... I hardly heard my ipod, serenading me via Enrique Iglesias and some wonderful Indian music a friend gave me. Everything is tuned out.
My body was dragging itself to where it needed to be, while my soul remained in a safer, past place.
Today was different. Everything was great. I woke up feeling like a million bucks- and I woke up late (Which is a surprise, if you know me- and a triumph if you're one of my friends who teases me about it). I ate alone, but happily. I swallowed my pride and took the scorning of my voice teacher.
It's just so odd.
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