Always guys in bookstores.
And I'm wondering again what would happen if I went ahead and did some of these things that I've not-quite-so-half-heartedly thought about doing, what I'd fuck up in the process, if I actually care about that anyhow.
I think I would care a lot. For once.
There is a man who was Australian the first time I met him, but isn't now. And he makes me laugh and reel because anyone who changes accents like hats makes me laugh and reel. He has small dark eyes and they are piercing and kind.
There is a man who leads me through heavenly corridors with such contagious enthusiasm that I can't help but smile. And we talk hurridly in hushed-loud voices, the only ones our corridors will allow. This man, he knows such an awful lot.
And there is a girl whose arrogance I appreciate, whose cynicism is refreshing, whose generosity is unparalleled. And I treasure these last days with her, and I think I might miss her when she's gone.
When each note carries the weight of a thousand mixed moments, I know it is time to go outside and listen to the sounds of traffic and trains.
maya
I think I would care a lot. For once.
There is a man who was Australian the first time I met him, but isn't now. And he makes me laugh and reel because anyone who changes accents like hats makes me laugh and reel. He has small dark eyes and they are piercing and kind.
There is a man who leads me through heavenly corridors with such contagious enthusiasm that I can't help but smile. And we talk hurridly in hushed-loud voices, the only ones our corridors will allow. This man, he knows such an awful lot.
And there is a girl whose arrogance I appreciate, whose cynicism is refreshing, whose generosity is unparalleled. And I treasure these last days with her, and I think I might miss her when she's gone.
When each note carries the weight of a thousand mixed moments, I know it is time to go outside and listen to the sounds of traffic and trains.
maya