halfway across this city is someone who thought about you this afternoon. somewhere across your state someone heard about you from an acquaintance and wondered about how you would be. someone right now is reading your words and falling in love with them unknowingly. they talked to you in the queue of a movie line two months before. halfway across this world is someone who sat next to you on a flight long ago and is going to be your best friend two decades later. the person who held the door open for you on the train today was the same person you gave directions to three years ago. the new girl in your class is the great granddaughter of your great-great grandmothers student. we're all connected. we're all connected.
isn't that comforting?
YOU ARE READING
Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
