ghosts & admissons

How will we know what to forget?

Had drinks with this girl last night. We had a long and curious history that would allow our hands to shake and our eyes to burn across the table from one another. Her smiles were more like ticks; her lips would curl and just as quickly return to their customary form as if only to acknowledge that human emotion should be inserted there and nothing more. Her eyes were evasive and they gave me pause, her excuses piqued my interest but ultimately the whole exchanged seemed forced. We talked about French horns or about how she wanted to move to a different city, it was really strange and we were done as soon as I had finished my first beer. She left half of her gin and tonic unfinished.

Moving on.

posted by El Chupacabra @ 4:56 PM