I carry around this little purple notebook I received as a gift from a coworker. When I opened it for the first time, I was pleasantly surprised by a whole pageful of little wantings- faithfully remembered and written down by the giver. The idea, you see- is to write down all those things I mention doing but haven't gotten around to yet. I always talk about these things- some are big and obvious (road trip to the grand canyon), others are small and personal (listen to the entire discography of Louis Armstrong and Miles Davis). The notebook helps me realize that neither big nor small takes precedence- all have the same validity... the important thing is to actually start *doing* these things.
Anywho.
My friend Stephanie is a bit strange. It's okay for me to say this as I am too. She will occasionally ask me to complete vague and random sentences of hers just for... well, I have no idea what she gets from my responses. But she does it quite often and makes me write down whatever might come out of my mouth during her inquiry.
After getting back from Montreal I pulled out the notebook because I could cross some things off that I had done over the weekend. Flipping through, I found this between the pages:
INTERLUDE
I forgot the day was only 24 hours and planned a hundred lifetimes.
and I felt very alone.
If you were to cut him out in little stars, he would make you SO fine.
trembled because I wanted it yet didn't want it to be him- but if I disregarded it, would it come again?
like a heartbeat, like powwow drums and the quest for love.
Revert back to base forms of communication.
feel like people have gotten it wrong.
The icy blue of someone's eyes.
I want my daughter to be.
...and I found it kinda relevant and pretty.
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