Wednesday, May 16, 2007

 

05.16.07

A different kind of muse.

There's a distinct pleasure in not letting it be common knowledge.

To know that I'm the only one who knows, it's a luxury of unknown measure.

It's my own little thing, my personal source of immense joy.

It's my little secret.

Nothing even has to be said, but my day is made.

And I can't stop smiling or thinking about it.

The situation is in itself a paradox, but a familiar one.

Shorter of wit, slother of thought, instigator of double-takes and the old, "Did I really just say that?"

Funny, how when it finally comes 'round, I lose my confidence and optimism within the depths of myself.

Split like fission.

Self-assurance, where did you run off to, homie?

At least I found my nyquil.

Docking out...
-Ryan : pretty brown eyes

Ryan posted this at 2:23 PM.