stinky

i have a mobile phone (hooray! i hear you scream) and what i love is to go through the outbox/drafts and read the random things that come to me on trains, in my car, while sitting at a table or during a massively odd and life shattering self-development course.

last night i ran out of room in my phone and had received a message, without thinking i deleted my entire outbox... losing my drafts along with crazy-speak of my past.

[here are the random things i recall]

she had nothing to say, so she picked up her violin.
(written during w/shop w/andrea goldsmith)

i find it odd that people will honk as soon as the light turns green. that people will sigh in a bank queue or when buying a train ticket. i find it odd that the same people will wait forever for that person to call, for the sound of the key turning in the door - the one that left has come back. i find it odd - that for love - those same people will wait forever. (written on the train)

finally the arms i had - which were large and clumsy - were good for something. to hold him. to show him the words i couldn't say. (written on the way home)