Friday

Must be stated, but with excitment because it doesnt happen often. I type fast to keep up, but I know i will fall behind. Typos wont hinder comprehension becuase it was a feeling that the illiterate understand. When bodies lock in, like eyes to target and then they are permanently connected. That was how it was; exactly. How can you see these things without speaking? What is it that creates these ties that bind? Perhaps they were created before we walked into the establishment. Fine flirting, skirting the issue until later, when we were unnaturally brave. Say hello, new face, fresh for the taking and keeping in a safer place in the memory. Take me inside and we will sit at the corner of a crowded room and nothing else will come into play. Tell me about you and where you come from and where you are going. Hint that you will take me with you. Make me laugh, make me show you who I am. I think I can see you. Laughing was a game, a competition that punctuated our excitation. Hours pass, drinking games, Doritos, warm next to you. Wake up, we have to go, you'll be late, but it's worth it. All worth it.