and one day she dressed up like a doll,
a fun doll. i guess i did not see what i needed to see because i was in
the state of mind most every one else was. not the right place to be,
not the right place.
last night i faced a
similar scene just this time i found out i had different expectations.
painted her in my mind as a sweet classy young woman and seeing her
dressed up like a fun doll, it just made me wonder where was i before,
and where am i these days.
but the environment
outside of my involvement felt so densly tense it was almost difficult
to breathe, and this supid mustache just bothers me, though i am going
to keep it another couple weeks, even when i still don't know why i do
it. still it was interesting the to find a way to step out of that state
of mind. stupid if i think i was not in te conversation anyway.
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