Seems to be a running theme.

Is the interest a result of envy?

I wallow in the notion of do.

The idea is that it doesn't even exist.

Your always going to be wrong to something.

Lord knows that I am.

I don't know what the hell it was.

Like barnacles of the road.

And gone.

Not that I wanted to talk to him, but

still kinda sad.

The word reflector came up and I decided to use it literally.

I don't think it worked as well as it sounds like it should.

This is more of the power of wait.

On a homeless guy it seems less thought out,

but still intentional.

Seemed so deep in thought.

Maybe thoughts of the one he let get away.