Susie

She opened the door only to be greeted by a blast of cold air. Pulling her thin cashmere coat tighter around her, she walked into the street surrounded by the hustle and bustle of city goers. “Why the rush” she wondered. If only they knew how unimportant and meaningless the activities of their job today would be. If only they stopped for a second, just for a second and reflected upon their meaningless haste. Maybe they would see that their so called jobs, so called life, so called home was not what they really wanted.

“Life’s too short” she thought.

Life’s too short to be dancing with fat chicks.

At least now u know what you are worth.

This was never meant to happen, you deserve more than that.

Sometimes it just isn’t fair.

What you feel is real.

She walked faster and was happy to reach the corner of the street. She turned into an empty alley and slowed down.  She looked up into the sky and wondered if they all could see her. Could anyone see her at all?

“Stop it.” She thought.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself.”

She paused before turning around back to the street. She slowed down her pace. Starting to focus on her breathing. There was no need to fret. Hasn’t she already been through enough for a lifetime. Surely this would be the fresh start that she needed. Surely she could get pass this moment. She had been through heavier moments.
“You have to love yourself before anybody can love u baby.”

She stopped and stared into the side mirror of the Prada store. For the first time, she recognised the girl who stared back. There was no sadness, just the look of a person who had been there and done that. Was there room for more?

She turned away.

Yes there was room. For better experiences, for worst experiences, for pain, for love, for isolation, for moments of desperation, for panic attacks, for hunger, for knowledge, for hope and even for faith.

There was room. There had to be.

Everything that had passed was just that. It was passed. There would be more to come. This time, she will be stronger. She was young. Young but ready.

Come on mother fuckers. Is this the best you have got? Is that all you can throw?