Dreaming of missed connections
August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
This, too, was written by someone else, but it seemed to be universally appropriate:
I’m sitting here, 3am can’t sleep. Again. The result of too many beers, and even more thoughts. The one thought that I just can’t get out of my mind is where are you? I know you have to exist; you must be out there, right? You have to be. I’m sure I’ve passed you on my bike, or you were leaving the movies as I was walking in. But surely you must be out there. You probably have a twisted sense of humor. I’m sure you like to watch HGTV, but you LOVE “the wire”. I’m positive that you look just as good at brunch wearing the shirt I had on the night before, as you did the night before. You don’t work a 9-5 job, cause lets be honest. If you did that you wouldn’t have the free to time to do that you thing that you love. Plus who the hell wants to waste there day inside at desk? I just want to know where are you? Cause I’m here. I’m waiting, to talk, to laugh, to whatever I’m just tired of not knowing where you’re at.