I sat there, drumming my nails anxiously. I didn't know where I was or why I was there or anything; I had just come to it. I knew I was waiting. But for what, I do not know...
I hear "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie playing in the back of my mind. I sigh. That song brought back too many memories. Almost none of them were worth remembering, and even less of them were good.
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothin' to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightenin' out to do
An' I'm gon' miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
Big girls don't cry...
I find myself humming along to it, then muttering the words. Once I realize this I stop, the lyrics tasting bitter on my tongue. That song... it was too much. This feeling of loss. And I hadn't lost anything... well I wish I hadn't. I was the lost one.
I sigh, but I realize my voice is trembling and I feel warm, wet tears dripping down my cheeks. Ironically I begin to cry, sitting where I was, neither here nor there, through neither time nor space. Alone.
I stand up, but then realize there was no ground holding me. But yet I stood. I open my eyes, and prepare to experience colour, but instead I see nothing. I begin to move, but yet I feel as If I'm glued in place, unable to move. I sigh.
I hear "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie playing in the back of my mind. I sigh. That song brought back too many memories. Almost none of them were worth remembering, and even less of them were good.
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothin' to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightenin' out to do
An' I'm gon' miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
Big girls don't cry...
I find myself humming along to it, then muttering the words. Once I realize this I stop, the lyrics tasting bitter on my tongue. That song... it was too much. This feeling of loss. And I hadn't lost anything... well I wish I hadn't. I was the lost one.
I sigh, but I realize my voice is trembling and I feel warm, wet tears dripping down my cheeks. Ironically I begin to cry, sitting where I was, neither here nor there, through neither time nor space. Alone.
I stand up, but then realize there was no ground holding me. But yet I stood. I open my eyes, and prepare to experience colour, but instead I see nothing. I begin to move, but yet I feel as If I'm glued in place, unable to move. I sigh.