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I have so much work to do. I have barely started. No, in fact I have over thirty pages written for this one 12-page paper; but it is mostly complete, undadulterated garbage. I should be working on it right now since it is due on Friday, but I can't seem to pull anything together.
The other day at the train station, Stella looked up at me, "I'm in love," she said. "Except, the object of my affections is married; but he says he'll dump her for me; well, that's the plan anyway."
And we talked for some time. She knows what I think; well, she knows my official perspective. She doesn't know what I think.
And the train came and we said our farewells. That moment; those tired eyes and that tight smile. The True Embrace and then goodbye.
And I stood alone in an empty concourse.
why?
Often I wonder of the thoughts of others, knowing a query would never be satisfactory. Do they dream--really?.
wishing I could live in the moment.
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