put your heart in the hands of a cynic

You’re a marvelous being, he says to her, eyes squinting for a better view behind the smudgy rose-colored lenses of his spectacles, common sense folded neatly on the white linen tablecloth beside the sweating half-empty/full water carafe as he reclines in a slight wicker chair on a warm, impressionistic day outside the café he’s only just imagined could be the setting of a turning point in a life story called I Missed the Good StuffPossibility isn’t just enough, it’s all.

 


Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala with ever so slightly different formatting.

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I write things about stuff, and sometimes stuff about things. Depends on the day.