Working out alone, in the prison of my own making, sit ups, pushups, lost time, the bird on my windowsill who comes from afar. Its colors are not from around here and it’s only visiting me for a few seconds and then I’ll never see it again.
People are like that if you can only wait them out. They might plop themselves on your couch and grow roots or repaint the bedroom, but eventually they leave and if you say the right things, they get the idea you don’t like them very much and they stop coming around all together.
I call those kinds of episodes, victories and if I find I really like someone, I usually fall totally in love with them, but not for the way their molecules sidle up to each other, but rather the emotions I can steal from them. Love does not necessarily mean commitment. …
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