The virgin would've been proud this very day.
But after all, we're all very small people. Aren't we?
I watched the train go by this morning, and it felt so weird. Leo no more. We get hardened by stuff like that, and then, you're surrounded by funny friends talking about plastic and the random 'what-nots' that get picked up on the way from plastic. I thought of calling Jo to get Wes' number, then hesitated. Even though Mi would be easy, Wes wouldn't be. I mean, it could be all right, but what of the effects? Those words are still lingering, it's meaning completely still, a mystery. Hah, fun.
It made the world tingle when me and Sue were here running through some of our things. Althought the wet armpits were an amazing laugh, what came after felt so alien.
And then the world closed in. Is it fear? Could be. Desolation? Maybe, just maybe. A cry...
Till then, i'm still that man in the black suit, just waiting.
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