Not the proposal
Tonight I was crossing a street in oldtown, and I paused and looked up and silently pled to the sky, "Somebody hit me...please, hit me. Please." Then something beautiful caught my eye and I stood transfixed in the middle of the road for almost three minutes. Later I people-watched for a while and wondered at all of the interaction and movement and expression.
Sometimes I think that there is almost too much humanity.
Sometimes it feels like there is not enough.
Sometimes I think that there is almost too much humanity.
Sometimes it feels like there is not enough.