Entry #1 - Shift
I was real excited for tomorrow,
just a little bit,
although the weekends
always seem to linger,
this one didn't,
not per usual.
I was soon welcomed with a
deep
immense
wave of nervousness
as the distinctive memory of
an irritable action
of mine replayed in my head.
Once a yearning for the school-week to start
soon turned a fit of squirming
in place at the ponder
of every consequence that's occurrence took place
as a result of a circumstance I failed to,
but most certainly should of,
used the common courtesy
of everyday neutralized human behavior,
and thunk before i spoke,
or rather— do.
-June 15th, 2043-
Entry #2 - Swerve
As far as context goes,
the only thing you will be driven off of
is yesterdays message.
Continuing from where I
intended to start from,
once again
I have been fooled
by the unearthed bliss
of simply being within presence of someone
so hardly mortal,
but rather closer of resemblance to
an angel.
It is with this
that I am shamefully confessing
another occurrence
concerning my very recent actions.
As subtle as it may have seemed
to outside viewers,
my own heart pounded
as though a rhythm of beating percussion had been formed,
fast and steady.
I was nervous and mentally pacing in my mind.
Is she uncomfortable?
weirded out?
scared?
i don't believe so.
Knowing her,
an immediate response would have up-roared
and a serious tone
would be accompanied with it.
She did move along with it
so i may only conclude
from my assumptions
and hope for the least negative outcome.
I've done a poor job
of listening to the advice i had dawned upon myself
less than twenty-four hours past.
Being bold is wonderful,
but it's just as superb to stay reserved.
-June 16th, 2043-
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