Tuesday, October 04, 2005, 7:07 PM
Must of been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far
the child's shadow stretched out and
He walked with a purpose
In his sneakers, down the street
He had, many questions
Like children often do
He said,
Tell me all your thoughts on God?
Tell me am I very far?Guess I really don't have time
For another job.
For now.
It's been fucking crazy.
Trying to fit everything together.
An out
A perfect relationship.
Now in the wreck.
He walks away.
As she sprawls in dejection.
On the public floor.
Her desperation getting the better of her.
She sprints.
Hurling objects at her beau.
He stops.
She stops.
She asks him why.
Everything comes out.
The little dark clouds in their relationship.
It's the little things.
He can't take no more!
His shoutings get audible.
Louder.
Louder.
STOP FOLLOWING ME!
end.
He walks away.
She's still wondering what went wrong.
let’s doodle
