she didn't really know him. not much at all.
he was just another guy she'd never really paid attention to.
just another guy.

but suddenly the birds overhead stopped screeching and began to sing; puddles in their path gleamed silver, not grey. and the part of her that had been flatlining began to spike sharply, though not entirely unpleasantly.

it was reckless, refreshing, ridiculous.

and she really didn't know him at all.

but the possibilities kept walking in on her.




this is what happens when i try to do lit at 1 am.