Usually organized by color and style, my physical closet is nothing like the one in my mind which is cluttered and muddled with everything from picky wool and luxurious cashmere thoughts to rigid leather and fluid polyester thoughts. So, this begs the question: What's going to be inside today?
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
That Guy.
I see you. You presumably see me.
Eye contact speaks the words everyone is too afraid to say.
We exchange love, laughter, and pain all in one second. All in a look.
Too bad we're on a bus and I'll never see your face again.
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