Many times, I sit in a room and wonder how life manages to hold itself together with its simmering stew of people. The first thing you probably want to know is whether this affected my mind.
It was the 1980’s life created feelings both powerful and intimate with scents of female sweetness. Enough of those sad songs I now look at clouds through colored glass. What will happen one day people will write about in self-help books.
That girlish voice, wearing black leggings and a tank top, a wandering eye I was looking, my curiosity catchy, I loved edgy cool girls. Could this be something real.
A connection to the universe. I was available for a conversation the ensemble we meet. Something didn’t necessarily mean I am interested in the path that runs straight and true.
Freckled face, clutching at her book. Shari those long fingers the greatest smile I have ever known. There was a fraternity party that weekend would she be interested?
She introduced me to my childish apparitions. A personality of vulnerability is what made me. The many reasons to size up my mental acuity called forth by her voice. Scatterings of colored pillows, playful attitude not a small love did I hear.
There was a magic formula a bunch of college girls many in miniskirts in an enclosed space without parents and they become real. An instance of intense emotions, kindhearted examination of aspiration understand that is what makes us
In my dreams I cried out to her; to explore ideas around value and identity, she refused my proposal of an all-night just the two of us date. The portrait of her in my daydream looks back with such a smile over her face.
She remembered to sometimes look over to the 3 rows of chairs and smile as if the world stopped and we were the only ones alive. The depth dimensions of my pretend affair created visions worthy of exploration. My thought process forced to feel broken negligence without redress.
Shari was distinct edgy, provocative yet playful in an innocent kind of way. She gazed at me earnestly several minutes pass she returned to the room before leaving the room again and not returning. She dropped that ethics class and I never saw her again. It all started in that room and ended in that same room.
Brian Sluga
