Coming back upstate and having just spent the weekend in Brooklyn. I'm kind of sad inside. Maybe I am just tired, perhaps a bit underfed? maybe a little distracted.. maybe alot of things.
Sitting here on this bus just a little ways beyond Patterson and alot of ways still to go. Sitting here on this bus, having just spent the weekend in the city.. sitting here thinking of you, and wondering why your reading this. I think I figured it out. I think I got it. I think I've decided think I like this place better. Right here.. sitting with you.
In the land of mispellings and problematic punctuation - I am queen. In this world its just you and I. Words distract me and subways inspire me.. I like it that You dont get mad when my head gets so full that it hurts. You dont notice when I've stopped talking, you dont ask me how I am or what I am doing. Theres no stories between us, no rules and no mistakes, theres no listening and certainly theres no talking ..
you see, just between the two of us.. theres just alot of words.and I am ok with that - for now anyways.
