I’ve been having writers block lately. So in the process of trying to emerge from this writers block I began writing this Mini-series called ‘The Pursuit of finding a soulmate’. Enjoy.
Log 1. Day whatever
It’s a dreary October morning. The weather report claimed there would be clear skies and a little bit of sun, the weather report lied. As I write rain is sliding down the clear windows and I see people running in panic, reaching for their umbrellas, and shivering whilst I drink my Latte in Starbucks.
I sit on my little stool, typing this dumb diary and slurp my latte loudly, causing a few bemused or aggravated stares my way, but I don’t care.
My insomnia is getting worse. I didn’t sleep a wink last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about him, that man I ran into the other night, he was gorgeous. Well, there are also those other concerns that keep me awake at night, but when I wasn’t having my panic attacks I was squealing into my pillow thinking about that charming smile.
I wonder if we’ll ever hold hands together, maybe we’ll kiss, perhaps falling into each other’s sweet embrace. We would know each other better than we know ourselves, a love that would never wear out as time passes.
Who am I kidding. He probably doesn’t even remember my name.