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It’s her.

The person I have spent my whole life waiting for.

She stares me down, her eyes trained on mine. I was trying to toy with her, taunt her, make her flustered, but she holds my stare like it’s nothing.

I want so much, 

But I know so little. 

Everything around me spin, 

While I try and learn to fit in.

The things I enjoy, 

I can't do for work. 

The things that I hate, 

The meeting room is filled with noise. People talking and laughing as they greet their friends. This is the first time I have ever been early for a meeting, and it’s not nearly as fulfilling as I anticipated.

Most people find brown an odd colour to choose.  

It's loud. 

Ugly. 

In your face. 

This brown is the colour of shifting leaves as they float to the ground come October. 

I woke, startled by my phone buzzing beside me, as the only sound in the room. Through bleary eyes, I stared at the screen, trying to understand what I saw. I read the time in the top corner: 3 AM! Who on earth was texting me now?

I turn away from them and gaze out the window.

The clouds gather in large gray clumps across the sky.

Painting everything below them in shades of gray.

My mind wanders to the only place I don’t ever want to go again.