lorentz

I stood outside and watched you through the glass, sitting infinately more motionless than the anxious soul you preside over. In peaceful beauty, in quiet sadness, you read your pages. But it's apparent that the written words occupy little of what's on your mind. I've often wondered if our time together was a window to greater joy than history had to offer, or if it was simply a welcomed distraction away from that something you've long since missed. And so I've turned... and I'm gone... and behind the glare of the window, you'll never know that I walked away.

I wrote that on a receipt some time ago, just had to put it somewhere so I can throw it away. A spring cleaning, so to speak. <- A Spring Chicken