I had it all planned out. Just go out for a while my good man, nothing crazy. See some friends, go to the show, shake some hands and have a drink. And before too long, I'd be back home in bed. At a sound hour. Nothing crazy.
But how did the plan change. I swear it wasn't all my fault entirely.
It all started at the show. It all started when we were introduced. I started taking in the details. Her boots. Her clothes. Her hair and how it looked. Her sweet freckles. Her eyes. Her Smile.
I knew right there and then I would not be going home at a sound hour this night. I needed to get know this person. She seemed so intriguing. I had to take the chance and the lack of rest just to find out as much as I could about this beautiful girl, before she was gone.
We talked briefly, too briefly for my liking. Sharing ideas of dreams and activities. Futures in different places, one a rainy artsy place and another a warm sun soaked paradise. Discussing picture taking and the different things we were into at the time.
By the time the after party was wrapping up, everyone was fading fast. So we said our goodbyes and I took my leave of the party. I took the longer drive back home. To get my head strait and watch the sun rise. I didn't have to wait long. I had lost all track of time, Instead of being home early and sleeping the night away, I stayed up all night. I pulled into my drive way just in time to see the sun coming up over the east mountain.
I closed the shades in my room. Rolled back the covers and crawled into bed. As I started to drift, the details all came back to me. I always remember the details. I doubt I'll ever see this girl ever again, but I m glad she was the reason I didn't stick to the plan.
so you see, it wasn't entirely my fault. But I suppose I'll shoulder the blame. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is to not stick to the plan.
Cause its always good to see the sun come up.
1 comment:
beautiful.
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