Some moments in life you never want to forget, but you do. Maybe they're not forgotten, but filed in memory some way that is not easily accessible. It takes a sound or smell to revive it; a de ja vu moment. I choose words with purpose sometimes. I am random with them as well.
He whispered, "I like you very much." in the darkness of my room and I kissed him goodnight. In my head I quickly tried to intellectualize it. How? Why? We don't know each other.
I threw those thoughts away and went to sleep. Warm. Comfortable. My days of being a catalyst continue.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
