Maybe it'll never happen had truly shown what it could do to me as a wandering, depressed poet when I sat a small coffee/tea shop on a sunny day. The clouds were minimal but a refreshing breeze blew once and a while. A waiter came to my table (which was metal and had a yellow umbrella) to ask for my order.
"What would like, monsieur?" the waiter asked.
"Uhh..." I responded. I was never good at deciding what to order. Long ago, my biggest decision I had ever made was that I decided that I'm indecisive.
"We have tea, au café, scones, pastries." he offered.
"Okay, good. Raspberry Ice Tea please. With a lemon. And a chocolate chip muffin on the side."
"Alright, monsieur. Wait a few minutes, s'il vous plaît." the waiter said.
"Will do." I said. I took out a small(ish) notepad and looked around. My thoughts were completely occupied on Katherine. Next door, I saw a bookstore with a sale on Edgar Allan Poe. Then, I had an idea.
The Truth About Failure By: James Ignis All Rights Reserved.
Why do we keep on trying?
Trying all the time?
Every minute living is spent dying
And every minute I try to rhyme
I put on a brave face
I try my hardest ever
This isn't my time or place
My time will always be never
I don't know if I can take it
Don't know if I can take it anymore
Like how the cursed raven said it
Just one word: Nevermore
When you try your very best
But you always come up short
An inch becomes a yard
And your perceptions are of a different sort.
And as there's joy all around
And you're in the middle, very depressed
You wonder if it'll ever come around
That she'll actually be impressed.
I tapped my pen loudly at the last period. Then, the waiter came.
"Here you are, monsieur." he said.
"Merci, monsieur." I said. I handed him ten dollars. (Translation: Thanks, sir.)
"Tres bien. Parlez-vous français?" he asked. (Translation: Very good. You speak French?)
"Moi? Comme çi, comme ça. Je parle un peu français. Merci, monsieur." I answered. (Translation: Me? So so. I speak a little French. Thanks, sir.)
"Je vous un prie." the waiter answered. (Translation: You're Welcome).
I sat and ate one of my favorite breakfasts and drank one of my favorite drinks. I was just trying to get away.
Get away from Maybe It'll Never Happen.
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Maybe It'll Never Happen
Teen FictionJames Ignis has the worst luck in the world. His parents died when he was only four years old and he's been living with his single aunt who has to take 3 jobs to maintain his exsistence. He has been depressed his whole life. He has barely, if any, f...
