musings inside a moving fx

there are so many things that had happened, im not even sure if i can still be all-specific when i write them down, i thought while inside the fx taxi heading home the other night. i was sitting right next to these high-school kids who i thought were siblings until i saw them hold hands in the darkness. the boy was too short he looks like he was in 2nd grade and the girl is obviously taller, towering over the boy as they held hands and giggled. they were whispering sweet nothings to each other like crazy, like they were the only people inside the fx. whew! the kids today, they never fail to surpise and piss me on how advance and on how high-school they can get. my thoughts were shifting from the tiring day i had at the office to the secret lovers i was currently sitting with inside the fx.

and then it hit me. i need something like that. the secret lover. the secret love. whiner. there's so much non-inspiration at the office i can't even remember the jeer i'm supposed to feel when a highschool crush passes by. or the natural high i'm supposed to inhale when an officemate (whom i've began to secretly like) tells me that something's up with me when he saw me put on my lipgloss. i miss those things. there's so much in my life that's began to drift apart, too much parting ways.

maybe i'm being melodramatic again. maybe there's just too many things that's clouding my mind and they're already getting out of proportion. too much clutter. but didn't everyone know that i love clutter?

blame it to the kids who held hands.