It's OK; always watching the game from the sideline, holding your breath each time the whistle blows.
You may never be given the chance, but you owe it to yourself, simply because you're filling a space, to try to hang in there.
E.Y
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Friday, 8 October 2010
The river is never the same.
For each time she put on a sad face they would say 'You have your whole life ahead of you,' but it wasn't the remaining part that she cared for.
If only she could dive back into the past, cut and paste all the empty sequences.
This was only a self-deception; she knew she couldn't step into the same river twice.
E.Y.
If only she could dive back into the past, cut and paste all the empty sequences.
This was only a self-deception; she knew she couldn't step into the same river twice.
E.Y.
Monday, 4 October 2010
Crash Boom Bang
"Have I met you before? You look very familiar" he said when she was about to take a sip of her coffee.
"You might have, I work on the 7th floor."
As for you, you're the busdriver, the guy I bump into on the street, the guy who sells me bagels and the guy who holds the door for me when I have no free hands.
He knew her name, but was having a hard time finding her on Outlook. He searched on Facebook over and over but was without luck since he didn't know her last name. There were 10000 Rachels. Where would he start and if he did find her, what would he say?
Eric, she thought. Eric Wieber. He had 5 different suits, 8 ties and somewhere between 7-10 shirts. Every time he passed her his Acqua Di Gio scent would make her heart miss a beat and run to the balcony on the 8th floor to grab some fresh air.
That morning, the office was unusually quiet, almost abandoned. Had she missed a fire drill or something? The echoing sound of her heels seemed remarkably louder than usual while walking towards the coffee machine. She wasn't a morning person and no one could see her smile before 9am and a cup of coffee.
She pressed the button for an americano when all of a sudden,the hair on her back raised. She hadn't noticed the footsteps behind her until the she felt the scent, it had surrounded her. Damn you GIO. The balcony was so far away at this point.
She pretended to be cool as she could hear him behind her,clearing his throat for a conversation.
Crash, boom, bang!
E.Y.
"You might have, I work on the 7th floor."
As for you, you're the busdriver, the guy I bump into on the street, the guy who sells me bagels and the guy who holds the door for me when I have no free hands.
He knew her name, but was having a hard time finding her on Outlook. He searched on Facebook over and over but was without luck since he didn't know her last name. There were 10000 Rachels. Where would he start and if he did find her, what would he say?
Eric, she thought. Eric Wieber. He had 5 different suits, 8 ties and somewhere between 7-10 shirts. Every time he passed her his Acqua Di Gio scent would make her heart miss a beat and run to the balcony on the 8th floor to grab some fresh air.
That morning, the office was unusually quiet, almost abandoned. Had she missed a fire drill or something? The echoing sound of her heels seemed remarkably louder than usual while walking towards the coffee machine. She wasn't a morning person and no one could see her smile before 9am and a cup of coffee.
She pressed the button for an americano when all of a sudden,the hair on her back raised. She hadn't noticed the footsteps behind her until the she felt the scent, it had surrounded her. Damn you GIO. The balcony was so far away at this point.
She pretended to be cool as she could hear him behind her,clearing his throat for a conversation.
Crash, boom, bang!
E.Y.
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