Up in the Orange Tree

You smile. I laugh. You put your arms around me.  Gentle, almost insecure. I lift my arm and place it on your back, just as gently as you did. You sing. My heart skips a beat and I feel warmth radiating in the cold hollows of my chest. I bite my lip.  Try not to look at you for the fear that my face could give away what I really feel. You laugh. In the end, I fall for those eyes anyways.  I look at you, desperate. As if your eyes could tell me all your secrets. I am trying so hard to conceal the voices of my heart, but I am failing. We talk. I feel nervous. Can you feel it too? Probably not. What do you feel?  Who am I to you? Am I your friend?  Am I the person you think about before you fall asleep?  Or am I just another person in the mensa line for you? I don’t know and I won’t ask. You decide to leave and go on with your life. I stay seated and watch you from a safe distance. Th...

Hello people, welcome this blog. I created it in an effort to give all my writings a place- at this point I have way too many Word documents with unfinished and finished things. I mostly write poems and short stories, whatever fits my mood. I've always enjoyed reading but have been a bit shy with my own creations, which changed when I joined a creative writing club at school. I also have an instagram account (@upintheorangetree) where I post some of my musings occasionally. My ultimate goal as a writer would be to publish a book one day, but I guess that's a dream that many people have and few ever turn it into reality. But I'll see what life has to offer me. Best wishes, C.