Today an optician said he knew Surrey because Harry Potter lived there.

An email void of feeling, in place of a human being soured an acceptably nice evening.

A girl I don’t like told me she had a hickey so big it hurt to move her neck. People are ridiculous.

Indian music
And salty food
A handful of individuals
Trying to not try to be cool
 
Cold air
And a sofa for three
Never thought I’d be in between
Your hand is brushing my knee.

(October 22nd, 2011)

I think I missed

the inevitability of

the months before,

in comparison

to the time

 until we die.

Melting on Friday the 13th.