Friday, June 05, 2009

Silk traffic.

I ran out in traffic so that you would save me because I didn't want you to feel bad for what you could do to me. You asked what I was thinking and I replied, "You have no need to be afraid of hurting me, I owe you my life don't I? You saved it."

If you have ever truly stared at a feather you will notice the softness of it puts silk to shame.

It's only okay when I'm the one using humor in your goodbye.

You've excelled deeply in the art of goodbye.
Is it getting easier for you while you excel, or does that dramatic effect of yours, really mean it is painful?
Does it matter that I didn't stay calm and collective this time? Does it matter that for the first time, you gave warning?
Does it matter that when you didn't listen to me, I ignored you humor?
Does it matter that never before have you seen a little bit of human nature exist in me and now you have seen it full throttle?
You said see you all in hell, I say get your own line, that is far too common... But I want to say I'll be counting down the days.