Stranger on the Street..

I think we passed each other nearly everyday
down that unpaved street. me in my impressive pj's,
you in - i don't recall.

On the rare occassion that we spoke,
we always ended with a smile, nod
or, an attempt on eye contact.

I haven't seen you lately and something
tells me i won't be seeing you again.

Little Green Man..

He sang all the time,
he sang every chance he got. (not that he was any good).
He said, that he had something new, different.
and then he gave it to me.

I turned around and he was gone.

You see..

I said i was not the best person to be talking to.
She paused. Then continued anyway.

Wierd..?

You and me, yes.
The others, just strange.

Grin.

Bought a new pillow..

The two things i most like..

1. Sleep
2. Naps

:)

Old Photographs..

We were at that age when secret pockets were a
proud treasure and the simpsons were forbidden.
When ice cream was a myth
and a banana meant dinner.

Sitting in that house with ancient windows;
the four walls of our world - Now a distant grave.

We were at that age when barby had invaded;
You said you left me for ken, I now know who ken was.

At that age where holding hands was
unheard of and fakely detested, where i turned down
your dance proposal. - I still don't regret it.

At the age when the outside seemed endless.
When emotions were limited and safe to exhibit..

Blur..

Am i running again..