I’m sitting at my Starbuck’s trying to get some good work done, and I’m watching the same people that I’ve seen over the years walk in. When I recognize how quickly these kids are growing up, I wonder if it means I spend way too much time here.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.