Millions of cars passing by, and the people inside peer out at you. That moment right there is all they'll ever know you for. You could be the frowning mess crying on the curb, or the silly girl with a quirky smile. It's that moment, you know. Speeding down the road, and they look out for a brief /moment/. And there you are. Just there. They see you, but only for a second. And then they're gone, and that's all there is to the story.
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- Flying Buffalo Sauce
- It's like... sauce that's untaste-able. It's really good, but... you can't have it.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Cats
I am frozen. All I think is "cats" and "coffee" because neither go together but they float around simultaneously. Their relationship is platonic in my mind and I think I like it like that. Sleep threatens to take me under but I hold my breath for awhile and the feeling passes like a searchlight in the night sky. I am safe and small under my tarpaulin of cats and coffee and I think right here is where I'll stay. For now. But I'll stay.
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