Have we met before?

I like waking up to the sound of rain and soft light and a quiet house. These kinds of mornings are best spent in good company. But sometimes all you have is seasonal coffee and fried potatoes and that's probably good enough.

Have we met before? I don't think we have. I'll walk around a bit more and maybe we'll meet and maybe we'll be okay.

It feels refreshing to spend your time not buying flowers. I'll never forget stargazers and lilies or sunflowers and orchids wrapped in brown recycled papers or a hundred roses left a dying lawn-- but I think I like fried chicken at midnight and Chinese egg waffles in Oakland a little more -- atleast, right now. Sometimes I'll want to spend a day without anything to do in particular, but it's strange how things don't feel so different this way. 

Life's really funny. I sometimes think, things are all too coincidental to not be just happenstance. Like maybe I'll think of someone who I've never seen before. I'll make a flurry of left&right turns and end up right in front of them. Or maybe I'll leave that place in front of them because I got far too nervous and end up somewhere else. I'll open the door, leaving that somewhere else, and that person will be right where I am. Maybe I need less coffee and more of something a little more familiar and a little less cynical. My lack of wanting and general waning of things is making things feel all too different from than the norm and I am not so sure if this is good or not.