Sometimes you can walk by the same place (or person) a hundred times before the light hits just the right way and reveals the subtle beauty that has been there all along. I've got that funny feeling in the back of my throat like certain words just won't come out.. or maybe I'm getting sick, I'm not sure. "Just cuz he can't hear what you say doesn't mean that he's not listening." After the sunset the only thing that lights up my face is a computer screen and the occasional fleeting thought of a brighter future. The lights are out tonight. I'm going to take my chances curbside against the flow of traffic and hope to turn up somewhere that I can flip the switch. The road is there for travel but it's mostly for the return.dm.
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