what better way to strike up a conversation than through a simple “hello”
but now that it all makes sense, it’s so much less interesting. the lines have clear destinations and the curiosity is quickly dwindling. if ever there was a time for an unpredictable chain of events to begin, this is it.
strangers are less strange than title dictates; by this logic “blanders” should be the typicality.
along the way. lies someone else. a surprise detour. that leads nowhere.
multiple dead ends hint at a vast, misunderstood whatever, where when ties of mine are severed and all the storms are weathered, i’ll emerge unscathed and, with any luck, a great deal better. smarter by tomorrow is the short-term goal
as plans for next year are too much to hold.
watch the sun rise for this time we despise, shuffle your feet and know exactly where we’re not going, and keep in mind that i can’t wait to find myself once alone again.
see you tuesday?