this is nice, its nice outside, it was a nice night, and you're really.. nice.
11/26/10
I felt the frost on the 91 civic, an intriguing taste of the unusual 4th season weather. Running my hand across it, I watched my breath exchange with the fresh air, a mint-less Dentine-Ice. I waved goodbye to ate, and buckled in Lola. It was about 12:30 am.
Sat down with a balanced feeling of warmth surrounded by just the right temperature of chilly upholstery. put the beats over my hood and pressed play, it was “Just the way you are”. Couple thoughts came over me, but all had a satisfying taste, a taste of the very concentrate of content and crushing.
Yeah its resolved, music helps; but the happiness, not from the success of a love but the thrill of its existence and unknown outcome is in its own shape of a smiley face. Like ending the night where you ended that chapter of the Deathly Hallows where Harry dies; you know it’s going to be a happy ending, so you can’t help but ask with suspended thrill, “What happens next?” with a big :] on your face.
Happy Thanksgiving.
ps: i hate how now i’m on the other side of that one way conversation. i don’t hate that its happening, but the part that i know how it feels to have to act like that, cuz it just ain’t there. but thats how the cookie crumbles right? :] im just happy to have a cookie crumbling.