so beautiful.
Friday, September 11, 2009
bright
Its 1 a.m. and i'm in my car, alone, in a drive-thru. Through my sideview mirror I catch a glimpse of the person in the car behind me. He's wearing a black shirt. He has black hair and is very thin and pale. He's also alone. At that moment, for no unprecedented reason, I want to know what he is thinking more than anything in the world. I want to know his dreams, his worries, his passions. I want to know where he is going, where he is coming from. I want to know if he's going home to a wife and a little baby girl, or going to some raging party. I continue to stare at him, now from my rearview mirror. I wonder if he sees me staring. When he looks in my direction, I wonder if he's looking at me, or past me. It's impossible to tell.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
red

C: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
D: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
C: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
D: I remember that.
C: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at me. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
D: I knew. I heard them.
C: How come you looked so happy?
D: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
C: But she thought you were pathetic.
D: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
green eyes
I've never particularly had an opinion about Maggie Gyllenhaal, but lately there's been something about her that draws me in. She isn't strikingly beautiful or anything, but there's a certain energy about her spirit that is really attractive. I also really like the way she talks. Not just her voice, but her body posture and hand movements. You can't look away.
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