A 26yr old straight man--who seemed more of an ancient soul in a boy's body to me--commented that I had beautiful eyes yesterday as the sun reflected in them on the beach. He later asked me if I felt like I was "settling" with what I'm doing in life for work. I'm still left with some sense that I am, but I've known that for some time now.
I'm sitting at my desk and trying to work. Memories of the weekend just keep flooding back and I find that I'm not making a sound and performing my unfocused staring; then I hear my breathing. I crack my neck, tilting my head side to side.
"What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life"
-"What If" by Coldplay
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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.
