Chapter two
Laying back in bed, I stare at the wall with a serious yet thoughtful look.
'What exactly could she want right now? She's never took the initiative to come over so boldly, yet it seemed as if she was in a hurry to get over here'.
Shaking my head, I rid myself of those thoughts. Although it seems weird to think this way, it's never wrong to be cautious.
Taking another puff. I get out of bed.
Putting out the wrapped plant. I walked to my dresser, pulling the drawer. I take out a pair of grey joggers. Frowning, I notice a spot darker than the actual joggers.
Welp.
With a strained smile, I look at the only good pair of black joggers in the drawer. Quickly deciding, I grab the black joggers and a pair of Compressed boxers & headed to the bathroom. Closing the door, I stop upon a clean mirror reflecting a man at the age of 19. Well-built, Light-skinned~ black male. Eyes were as black as night, with golden brown pupils. Looking at the many scar's that's riddled across my body , I start to think upon the memories that led me to my current self.
My curse or blessing is the fact that I can care so much about something to the point to where I pay less attention to the "bad" and more attention on the "worse". Although people might think that this is a good thing, I can promise you that some of the things I don't care about. Other people do , so the things I do rub off weirdly to others & it puts me in very peculiar situations. Honestly , it seems as if I am a ghost to most and a happy thought to others. Yet I understand with happy encounters, there are things less visibly shown outwardly. Clearing my head , once again. I focus upon the sink in which I've made many uses of. So repeating my , routine. I begin to crank myself continuously, despite me not knowing the name of such an exercise , I worry not for such things but I do know that this sink is very sturdy to be able to carry my weight effortlessly.
"~Haaa~"
Finishing the last rep , I bring myself up slowly , feeling the thumping drum of blood rushing throughout my upper body.
To be completely real in such a reality , I contemplate my own articulation of being. I question my own imprint of life , yet I remember that I am but a limitless version of myself , reaching heights from the knowledge I gain & the things I bring about to myself. The understanding of it brings me back to this bathroom , a place in the moment of time where I am bringing a version of my knowing and unknowing into a place of time.
Drifting back, I turn to the shower that is placed in such a view to where the outside world is particularly more vast and beautiful for such a limitless man of being, with such a wonderful imagination that brings about numerous senses of sense.
Placing my thoughts back on a girl , that offers me such a new understanding of another being of person yet with less of an imagination of what actually is , makes me question. Why be with such a man like I? Am I a man that she would like to be with or am I an attraction of her imaginative reality of being?
Ridding myself of such thoughts again , I turn on the water. Letting the water go from cold to warm to slightly hot , dripping down upon a body that means such less than the mind of reality itself. Closing my eyes and getting lost in thought is something I enjoy. Especially in the shower. It allows a more clear connection between myself & My thoughts. Synchronizing myself with the reality of what is and the many question of what can be.
Opening my eyes , I turn around , glancing over to the tray with a lightly lit blunt sitting upon the sink. Looking at it , I grab it and take a puff again. Drifting into the next moment of being.