Dried Ink

Hello or Goodbye?

Favour Emma

In a corner I observe the chatter, the rowdiness that makes me nervous but convinces me that my life is not as dull. There is a live band on the stage with a young lad that dreams of stardom, struggling to win the attention of the front tables. The rest of the restaurant is a lost cause.

My palms are sweaty from anxiety and my breath catches in my chest whenever a figure passes by my table. I look across the table to the empty space in front of me. Should I place my bag on the seat and act like I am expecting someone? I’ll have to look jolly and welcoming – No, too much stress.

Still, I have to look busy and purposeful to avoid awkward hellos and painful conversations. My mind is racing and I chew at my cuticles, punishing them in a bid to calm my wild imaginations. It seems like everyone is staring at me. Quick, you have to do something! My mind screams at me. I reach for my journal.

It is a battle with dim bulbs and faint moonlight. Still, I struggle to see the lines. I act like I have something to say, as if my words carry bars of gold dipped in honey. Instead, my ink draws blood and hot air, spilling emptiness on an already blank page. I check the time, it is 9:00 pm. I think I have done graciously for the week. Act like I have a life– check.

Published by Favour Emma

I'm learning to laugh with my eyes and love with my heart.

22 thoughts on “Hello or Goodbye?”

  2. Yo! Sweet heart! It seems my comment didn’t post at the end of the day, but *in heroic voice * NOTHING CAN STOP ME! I totally love this one because this is literally me on a regular. I love this babe, keep it up 👏👏👏

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