Forgive Me, I Listen To Bright Eyes, pt. II

January 29, 2010

It’s kind of like walking out a door to discover it’s a window.


The peak and the crest of a wave. Doors open, doors close. I guess it was a tease for what change could be, and what could be changed.

Wow, I just came up with that on the spot…

Perhaps as disappointing as I am, writing and words are my…toys to play with. Ugh, that phrase sucked.

I smile. I sip coffee. I’m with a good friend. Who needs change…


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