Street

I need to tell this to you in painstaking detail, I still might, but I need to put it somewhere for now. So he is looking at me, and everything else fades dark, because I am paying attention. He says to me that RIGHT NOW, this is my chance to manifest my reality, a positive reality, I say that I can't. You walk up, or I saw you standing there, everything around me comes back, and my vision now only sees you, taking a longer than your usual drag off a cigarette. I can't read the expression on your face when I say your name, I don't know where you are, or if it really registered at all, I felt my moment dying, because it was.