Just missed the 2 train. I hate walking on a platform as the doors to my train close. I guess it's due to my constant procrastination. That must be it. I stood on 42nd in front of the AMC25 Theater waiting to see a movie. Alone I stood, while people passed and asked me if I could share my ticket that admitted two. I told everyone who asked that I was waiting for someone. I kinda was waiting, waiting for the girl who never appeared. The girl that would ask me if I was alone. The same girl that would sit next to me as we laughed at every corny Jesus joke. They were funny though. The same girl that would help me criticize the movie afterwards while admitting that romance in any way strikes a chord in her arteries. Afterwards we were going to find a quiet diner or coffee house to exchange life passions. I was going to share my poetry and she was going to show me what made her unique. After we were going to walk. Walk into the breeze without cares or worries, only conversation. Walking until we realized that it was 3 or 4 in the morning and we both had to work in the morning. At that moment we weren't going to exchange numbers, that would be way too simple. We were just going to meet the next day at the same place to see another movie across the street. When she comes out of the train station with smiles that hide her sleep deprived eyes and only tell storied of the work day awaiting that solitary moment. Then we would greet with a kiss.

But she never showed up, or I went in a bit too late.

The Movie
"Saved"

Cast was great, and the movie was hilarious. The story was a little sappy at the end but it is expected in a teen romantic comedy. If you are into that then go to the theater, if not, rent it or cope the bootleg, because it is worth watching. Maybe not worth the ten bucks for each person but definitely worth watching.

I spent an evening with myself and I think that I will spend a few more in the same fashion. The loneliness was there but it was sort of refreshing. I haven't heard my own voice in hours. Only the voices of others. The thoughts of the silent, the giggles of the best friends, and the interaction of those who are with companions. I hear my chest heaving, my stomach growling, my mouth crying, my thumbs pounding on the keys used to write this, my brain exploding, my cheek bones crying, and my hair, just sitting. My ears are almost bleeding from all of that noise. I am here, living and hoping for a better day. Just one. This day wasn't terrible, but I would prefer a better one.
On to moms house to eat in silence. Maybe I'll get to speak in the morning when I have to describe my drink to the starbucks attendants.

Enough...