there's no new thing like a new thing. like a new fling, like a new ring? ring ding ding?
whhhhateevver.

You can't honestly sit there and tell me that connections, albeit brief or otherwise, don't leave you feeling just a tad bit overwhelmed with possibilities.

I smoke too many cigarettes, I sit here and smoke way way way too many cigarettes. and I think about the lighting and how carefully placed I make my hands. and how often no one cares to notice the effort I make when placing said hands. or when placing anything else, for the record.
no no. it's all chance, and coincidence. and how the things I know are the things you know but that's as far as it seems to go.
but I wish for a second, sipping cider out-the-can. I wish so briefly that I could stagger towards your mouth with the appropriate rhyme and reason and complications that would make you be that one person who does take notice.

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