She kicks the ground and an hour passes just like that. Ain’t no sun today, just grey skies and the nagging feeling that life was meant for other people. Dust swirls around her feet, and as she stands there with both hands plunged into her pockets, she can’t quite decide if it’s a thing of beauty or just a waste of time. These days that should be full of love. These days of passing through, observing those around her, those that seem to have it all figured out. It makes her want to cry, but she tells herself she’s done wasting tears on those who couldn’t care less. She’s got a big beating heart. One of these days it’s gonna beat so hard it’ll shatter every bone in her body. It’ll beat in such a way it will either set her free or drag her down to the flames that plague her dreams. Among the weeds are empty soda cans and crisp packets. Some she hasn’t seen in years. Some she swore she can’t remember seeing since she was a little girl. She kicks the ground again. The dried mud scuffs her shoe causing her to frown. Closing her eyes, she turns her face to where she guesses the sun to be. The clouds don’t give much away. Maybe there are angels up there. Maybe there’s a heaven, and one of these days she’ll leave this place behind. Standing there feeling the faintest trace of warmth on her cheeks, she imagines herself floating with the angels. Imagines something more than this. Sitting down on a bench, she chews the collar of her jacket watching the passing traffic. Some of those sat behind the wheel look up at her, while some don’t see her at all. People going nowhere. Faces that all look the same doing things don’t matter. Stretching out her legs, she notices a slight stain on her jeans, just above the ankle of her right foot. Taking her hand from her pocket, she licks her thumb and rubs the stain until it disappears, only for it to come back again a minute later. Narrowing her eyes, she thinks about wetting it again, but instead leans back and watches the traffic until she gets hungry and it’s time to move on.
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
Yes, there’s got to be something more than this. I liked this piece. 🙂
Thank you. I’m so pleased you did.
I think there’s more than this, too.
I love this piece very much, day in day out…it’s very moving.
That’s very kind of you. I’m touched that you enjoyed it so much, Holly xx
Passersby, you allow us into this touching scene. xx
Such moments are often overlooked, but there’s a truth to them. A gentle beauty few take the time to see xx
xx so true.
Thoughtful.
Thank you x
You are Welcome.
It’s those oft overlooked moments that really define everything about us, even if for that moment alone.
Yes, definitely. The quiet, lonesome moments are the ones that tend to linger. They speak of a certain type of fragile beauty x
Oh so incredible
I love this post
I can always relate to your writing
I’m so touched that you are.
Thank you! xo
You are welcome xo
Sometimes, life is like that stain on this pair of jeans, no matter how you tried to wipe it out, it still comes back…
That’s it, isn’t? We try to ignore things, but they keep coming back.
“She’s got a big beating heart. One of these days it’s gonna beat so hard it’ll shatter every bone in her body. It’ll beat in such a way it will either set her free or drag her down to the flames that plague her dreams”
Only you could have done this. So so beautiful. xo