divert your heart.

the lumberjack.
he would have built me a log cabin out of popsicle sticks, if i'd asked him to.

they say timing is everything. i think that's untrue. i sometimes say, that if it's the right person at the wrong time? it's the wrong person. that's not to say i don't want to believe that it's possible for things work out for people once they straighten themselves out. i've just never seen it happen, up close & personal.

i guess that i find it hard to believe that anyone who adapts, changes, & learns from their past ever could. try to relive it. there is no such thing as starting from scratch.

and i'm truly sorry for that.

say hello, to the rugs topography.

the intellectual.
too many lovers in one lifetime, ain't good for you.

if there is such a thing as a perfect distraction,
this was it. the accent didn't hurt, either.

the boss.
it was inevitable.
distraction can sometimes leave you wanting more.
and sometimes distraction feels like more.

i fell. just once. but it was impactful.
boom. miscalculated the height i was at, too.

he made my ears ring. i guess that's why i hardly heard him warn me that he really couldn't stay long.

still. best boss i've ever had. so far.

the nadir to my zenith.
we are parallel. we are polar. we use each other, i think. it creates an energy that is alive and alert. like coffee cold, without all that sugary shit.


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