she is the oxygen i breathe,
the bread i eat.

Maybe one day we will cross paths at an art gallery
and
everything
will
be
ok
again

Went to starbucks
Was asked by an employee why I always sit at double tables
I didn't know how to respond
She said, "you come in here often and you just play music; the expression of anxiety on your face seems as if you're waiting for someone."
At this moment I died on the inside.