by disillusioned
(Deep Thoughts, 1843 views) - 11/19/04
(recorded 11/19/04 @ 3:21:01 AM)
They can read you. But not like I can. They see your eyes flicker that certain way- they blink twice quickly, dart to the left, blink slowly and center their focus again. They don't know what it means, but I do.

Maybe that's part of this, this sickness. Maybe that's the reason I saw you with blue hair tonight. Maybe that's why. Maybe.

Sometimes, the things we do defy all logic and rational explanation. Sometimes, we're okay with that. Cost-benefit be damned. Sometimes, sometimes becomes too much.
Sometimes, it's what you need to do for things to work out, for there to be a light to flicker on in that tunnel of yours. And sometimes, you end up okay with it. Sometimes, meeting someone like that will change your life in ways you'll continue to discover long after that brand-new sparkle has faded. Sometimes, the sparkle takes forever to fade. Sometimes, the sparkle is all that ever mattered. Sometimes, it couldn't matter less.

Sometimes, half a chicken and throwing oranges and awesome waffles and teriyaki chicken from that one place is enough to keep sight of what's most important, of why we are the way we are, of why we do the things we do.

Sometimes, yeah.
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