She walked out of the building, telling everyone in sight to have a good weekend. Wednesday is her Friday. I longed to be her today.
Contentment has vanished from me, and my magical powers can’t seem to ‘poof’ it back to where it belongs.
When did walking down the streets of DC, with the Capitol, White House, Treasury, and Washington Monument in view, do nothing to spark my fancy?
Her life’s not real, not realistic, no realism involved. Just words that are too good to be true to the envious bystanders who continue to read on.
Is the grass really greener on the other side?
Still searching for the unknown.
Wishing I understood the meaning of responsibility, didn’t eat chocolate at 9:30 in the morning, wasn’t so good at day dreaming, didn’t care what other people think, and remembered that I live a good life, and I do what I want.
1 comment:
Umm, I have no idea what you're really getting at here. Hate D.C. or trying to like it? No idea at all. I was once told that if you look at the Capitol at night and it doesn't give you goose bumps, it's time for you to get out of Washington. I'm pretty sure you have a good life out there though--maybe not perfect--but good and sometimes the grass really does seem greener on the other side and then you get there and realize it was actually greener on the side you were on.
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