(Author’s note: because of the way tumblr lists posts this will be one continuous edit with the date the segment was written denoted in parentheses; this is not to signify passing time in the story)
‘Life is nothing when you don’t know who you are’ Thomas thought while watching the sunrise after yet another sleepless night, piping cup of coffee in one hand, cigarette dangling from his dry lips. For as long as he could remember he had only heard that he could accomplish anything yet as he grew older that confidence started to falter. He saw the world as a place full of those overly ambitious, waiting to step on toes and crush inspiration.
Thomas felt his life slipping through his fingers, passing him by without ever taking notice.
(AUG. 4)
Thomas sat pondering his worth as the coffee in his mug grew steadily colder, the city rousing from its deep slumber. ‘So many people off to a job that they cannot stand, a lucky few to what they truly love’ he mumbled to the air around him. It was time to start getting ready for the rare day away from work. Thomas slowly stood up from the parking lot curb upon which he sat, joints aching from being static for far too long.
As he walked into his bland, messy apartment Thomas could not but loath the cubbyhole he called home. But it was a roof over his head, for which he was begrudgingly grateful. A steaming shower awaited to wash away the fog of a long, restless night.
(AUG. 10)
Thomas clambered out of the shower wrapping himself in the towel still damp from the previous day. He proceeded to his bedroom to bundle up against the cold that pervaded the day. ‘A thin button down with a cardigan and my favorite tweed sport coat over top ought to do well’ Thomas thought, and so he proceeded to carefully remove each article from its proper place in the closet.
Thomas always meant to be so very productive on his days off, yet somehow they always sped by with nothing to show. Today however would be different, he had planned many days earlier to see one of his closest friends with whom he had not spoken for far too long. He stepped out into the unseasonably cold September day and turned up his collar against the stiff wind, thankful for his forethought.
(AUG. 18)
Thomas decided that the day was far too pleasant to wait for a bus and set out on foot. The walk to his favorite coffee shop was not a long one and he felt it would give him time to compose himself before meeting with his friend. As he grew ever closer to their rendezvous Thomas found himself getting more and more nervous. You see, while he and this friend had spoken on the telephone quite frequently over the last three years, they had not been in the same country for the duration. Thomas became overcome with emotion and determined to simply shut it all off until they met.
After about a 45 minute walk Thomas arrived at the now dreaded coffee shop, and much to his chagrin his friend was already there, awaiting his arrival. She was sitting there looking pristine and even more stunningly beautiful than he remembered.
‘Sara?’ he asked of this gorgeous woman, hoping that he was mistaken but knowing that he wasn’t.
