You said that I was "good for nothing."
I have been trying my hardest to prove you right - I have been trying my hardest to make you love me.

Smile

Nestled in the backseat, my head on someone's bag, the days were not long enough, the nights were not warm enough, the sleep was not quite rejuvenating. Through the plethora of small restaurants with delicious - sometimes disappointing food, the odd ways of finding coffee, the urge to ride the whole way in a yoga position, to the sides of the brightest fires with the best - most repetitive songs being sung, discovering how amazing mustard tastes on a hot dog. There were amazing moments that made us laugh until we couldn't draw breath, and moments when all I wanted was to strip off all of my clothes and swim across a river or lake away from you both. I love that the bad feelings pass, and the good feelings stick. Even now, I would do it again.

curious

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Playing a guitar on a busy corner, raising my palm from the sidewalk for alms, clicking my Jimmy Chou's from shop to shop, stuffing a hurried bite into my mouth between meetings, bumping/brushing/passing in haste - I am late for life, too early for dinner, just a moment behind the flipping of the sign at the dry-cleaner's door, readjusting my book-bag on the way to class, wrapping a hand knit scarf a little tighter about my neck, flipping through tracks on an ipod that drowns out the honks, the slurs, the hiss of compression breaks, and the clatter of my neighbor digging through the trash.