YOU FORGET WHERE THE HEART IS…
The masculine body struggled to pull himself out of bed as early afternoon broke through his windows. His hand rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he surveyed the situation around him. A female body entwined in sheets lay restfully with her bare back exposed. He sighed deep in his throat while shutting his eyes tight. Maybe for a moment he hoped it would all go back to a different time and place. A time where a honey blonde girl stood below his chin and would lovingly lay in his arms. As his eyes opened again to the sun, nothing changed. It was the same room, same look, same smell, same everything since the day when everything changed. Six years of his life had been this way, and sadly he had forgot how he used to be. It was all meaningless now. He was who he now is. Nothing can take back the past. Now as twenty-four year old man, he had no stability and no one to come home too. His life had become an unfortunate turn of events.
HOW'S YOUR LIFE? WHAT'S IT LIKE THERE?
A similar masculine body laid back in his old beat up couch. It was a faded black that had grown old with the turbulent times of his life. Mid afternoon dawned and he had remained in the same position since waking up on the whither couch. His navy blue sweatpants hung low on his body with an old white tee shirt laying on his upper body in a baggy style. He brought the tee shit up to his face and took the smell in. his eyes closed for a moment as the scent hovered. He swallowed a lump in his throat before opening his eyes slowly and subconsciously reaching to his left. He always held a hope but it could have just been a habit of his by now. Experts say it takes three weeks to develop a habit. The three weeks after 'her' had been extremely rough. It had sadly sent him up for six years of disappointment, or endless hope. Matters on what you choose to be your path in life based on your optimism. Frankly, he didn't have any of that left. So he was stuck in his ways. Some may pity him. Sympathy was slowly killing him. He was just looking for a way to set himself free. Unfortunately the reason for the sympathy he received would be the thing that would set him free.
