voices in my head

  A few years back, during a hot summer day, he left the library feeling sad and mundane. He placed his black Christmas-themed bookmark back in the 'Eleanor and Park' hardcover and planned to continue reading it the next time sun and clouds aligned as perfectly as that day.       Once he crossed the roads, he thought about the curly-haired guy with an oval-shaped face in the same building. He didn't know the guy's name so he named him Simon in his scenarios. And how everyone always loved him. And how he always wore clothes with so many colors. And the only dull-colored piece of cloth he ever owned was that faded grey sweater which he only wore on days that rained like hell. And how he always chose to wore beige khaki pants with it and his white Vans. And how he always checked his watch every now and then like the world was ending one second a time and he had to make sure he was making the most out of it.  He always wanted to talk to Simon or at least maybe ask him what