Dark skin, red shirt. I'm sure those are pajama pants.
Who are you texting so animated?
Did you just throw a kiss into the air?
I'm sure you're listening to some melodic rock music. The kind you can sing if you remember the words right, but you don't sing along, because you think you sing horribly.
Are you looking at me? I'll pretend I'm texting someone, or talking on the phone.
Girl, don't play me. I know you were looking at me. Don't hide your eyes in that business book. Where are you traveling to? Where is home?
My safe corner, the corner office, the quiet corner, the most sophisticated cave, you meant; is the most beautiful, safest place on earth. And I don't mean it in the sense that it would survive the end of the world. If you were to just walk in, you'd be surprised at how it makes you feel. Safe in your own skin, safe and warm as if you were still in your mother's womb.
I wonder if we'll meet one day. If we'll cross paths as strangers, if you'll ever hold a door open for me, or if I'll ever reply "bless you" after you sneeze while waiting for the green light to cross the street.
I wonder if we'll ever fight over a toy during Christmas season, or if we'll cross paths as professionals. I'll pay close attention to every person I meet, because that person could be you, in essence, in presence.
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