11 October 2013
I used to know
There once was a girl I used to know. Compared to me she was extremely tall; like the Empire State Building standing next to a corner store in New York. But by now I'd imagine we're the same height. Her eyes were as tight as a wood clamp, she always seemed to be peering into somebody's soul. The color of her oculars were as amber as an autumn evening. Her nose is the most interesting of all, everyday it seemed different to me. One day it would look like the nose on squidward's house and another day it would look like she swapped noses with Paris Hilton. There was something about her that made her seem like a different person frequently. Her body language is intriguing to me. For some reason she comes off as if she never wanted to be around me yet always craved and desired my attention. What ever it is about her that makes her seem polar has got to be an extensive. The girl I used to know would always be so frantic over her long blonde hair. It always seemed to shimmer so brightly in the afternoon sunlight when we'd sit by the steep hill in the county park. It seemed to be the only thing she really cared about. It's like her hair symbolized her ambitions and dreams. Her hair stretched from her head down to her lower back. She had long, far, and extensive dreams that were made big from aspirations of looking at the sky. I used to know this girl. I used to know a lot of people who were different, unreadable, but had dreams bigger than Jupiter. People are not books that you can just open. In order to understand them you need to look with the heart instead of the eyes.