Saturday, June 11, 2011

Think it off.

"You spend a lot of time thinking," he said.
So I threw a dream out the window.
He took a right on Hennepin and followed the detour through a neighborhood I didn't remember.
Talking about the way things should be like he knew it to be true.
A whole lot of speech for someone who never says much at all. Telling me I think too much.
It was more about the way the words fell than what they were carrying with them.
"This feels good," I said while the sunlight hit my chest through the open window.

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