Dear ? ,
This isnt a flirt kinda thing, or a wandering eye kinda thing (if i was going to cheat it would have happened by now) It's habit, just sitting somewhere. now, a cafeteria,watching people, wondering whwat there thinking, less than a quarter of them are actually eating. There's a girl across the way in a very stylish (very Bowie) jacket, I think she has the same habit. it makes me nervous when she looks at me though, she has andreas eyes it's almost haunting.
none of the men sit together, were all apart,drinking out of styrofoam cups (i remember when mcdonalds still had them). the women are sitting together, in twos and threes one or two of them are alone, shut down to society hidden behind a wall of studious texts and notebooks , i cant say i blame them.
Have you ever sat and watched a persons face across the room while they sat alone and thought,its almost addictive,perplexed...fixed gazes...smiles, you can tell when someones reading and getting confused,sometimes its fun to improvise little thought bubbles to go along with these facial expressions...i wish my ability to sketch quickly were more developed...i watch them all and try not to forget their faces , more importantly the look on them so that i can use it to draw with later, but i get home and whatever i was trying to remember has been washed away by a thousand thoughts and new memories....
left field note, hi, I'm drawingon from livejournal, journalling a few things here out of the need for secrecy.....it doesnt mean that im here to keep a chronicle of affairs or skeletons in my closet, just a few thoughts i dont want another group of friends to see.
This isnt a flirt kinda thing, or a wandering eye kinda thing (if i was going to cheat it would have happened by now) It's habit, just sitting somewhere. now, a cafeteria,watching people, wondering whwat there thinking, less than a quarter of them are actually eating. There's a girl across the way in a very stylish (very Bowie) jacket, I think she has the same habit. it makes me nervous when she looks at me though, she has andreas eyes it's almost haunting.
none of the men sit together, were all apart,drinking out of styrofoam cups (i remember when mcdonalds still had them). the women are sitting together, in twos and threes one or two of them are alone, shut down to society hidden behind a wall of studious texts and notebooks , i cant say i blame them.
Have you ever sat and watched a persons face across the room while they sat alone and thought,its almost addictive,perplexed...fixed gazes...smiles, you can tell when someones reading and getting confused,sometimes its fun to improvise little thought bubbles to go along with these facial expressions...i wish my ability to sketch quickly were more developed...i watch them all and try not to forget their faces , more importantly the look on them so that i can use it to draw with later, but i get home and whatever i was trying to remember has been washed away by a thousand thoughts and new memories....
left field note, hi, I'm drawingon from livejournal, journalling a few things here out of the need for secrecy.....it doesnt mean that im here to keep a chronicle of affairs or skeletons in my closet, just a few thoughts i dont want another group of friends to see.