10/27/08

I see you in your car turning left on 109 and Jasper Ave and it feels weird to see someone from outside of their life when you were so close and intimate with them. Were. Are. Here. Words to ground you where you locate yourself.

I should not listen to sappy musics while trying to update journals left to sit for too long, they make me seem sappy and sad and it’s not that. It’s just that things change.

Change and I are not the best of friends. We are those kind acquaintances that don’t remember each other’s names at parties but we still make small talk and try to figure out by each other’s answers how we know ourselves, or each other.