I feel inspired in the rush of after-class moments. I sit still and type. I'll leave for dinner in fifteen minutes, everyone's antsy already and I know this will be gone when I return.
Where does it float away to?
Something needs to take hold.
I will find it. I will.
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Beth said it so perfectly that night on the cozy couches in Starbucks: "There have been enough words."
I think I've made it rather clear that I can be a bit all over the place--especially right now--and somehow my hair always gets messy or my eye, you know, turns black or those damn eyelashes disappear again, and then I start laughing because I'm too nervous to say anything.
I think you see this.
And you know what? I like you.
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