“if only you could see”

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A couple of things: I never I was crazy, or had gone crazy before, but tonight would be a prime example of the first time ever. My brother had a band concert, and I was supposed to pick him up after getting off work. As soon as I step outside of the mall I notice moths. Moths, everywhere. Gathering around the lights, buzzing around to find one, flying through my hair. The little brown bugs were everywhere. It was intriguing and disgusting at the same time. I went home, having forgotten to get my brother. Then, when he calls I tell him I'll be there in a couple of minutes because I'd just gotten off work. So I get on the interstate, then go down a long round and wait....This isn't Barbe. It's F.K. White. Am I crazy? Or is it the moths? The moths everywhere made me feel itchy, made me feel like they were crawling everywhere. Oh well..

I've already mentioned the zero-productivity level of my current being. What should I do about this? Take up a hobby- maybe go rollerblading. The only thing is, I don't want to go by myself. (Well make your boyfriend go.) Now THERE's an idea. I will force he to get a pair of in-lines and we will go skating. But I wonder if he'll get bored of it sooner or later or if I'll get bored of it sooner or later or if it will even happen at all. Oh well..


Do you know him? Probably not. For he's shy as a mouse. He moves quickly to and from each destination. Without so much as a word to anyone passing by. He slips between the crowds into an elevator, glides down the escalator, and vanishes without a trace. But I know him. He isn't a ghost, as some would entertain this thought. Others find him pretension, and maybe full of himself. Because he doesn't speak, he is too good for us. But have you ever stopped to think, maybe some things don't need to be said? Have you ever tried stopping him, forcing a conversation, or some sort of interaction? His svelte figure was not so graceful as he passed by one day, bumping into a stranger, bumping into me. Funny the things you learn in a passing blow. I would learn more from him than from all of the teachers of my primary educational years. Funny the things you learn, if only you would ask.