students, backpacks, and netbooks quickly fill up the 44. half awake, i lean my head on the window, skim through my playlist, and breath the same air that others have inhaled in this confining, four-wheeled -rectangle. i look outside and there you were. possibly feeling like jack johnson, there you were sitting, waiting, and wishing. amidst the frenzied crowd of shoppers by the bus stop, you were seemingly sad and alone. i took another look at your stooped stature and inconsolable face, but am left distracted by the beautiful blue box your hands hold....i think i know what happened here...
tiffany may have her company but you clearly don't have any. i'm sorry your heart left you between burrard & alberni. please don't be sad mister. time heals all wounds, as they say... now you know, you should have bought a watch instead.
you can call me ES. i'm a vagabond. i like to wander, and so do my thoughts. rock, paper, scissors? i choose paper. i can express myself better through it. whether it be through words, fashion, or music, the important thing is to make a statement. be bold, be beautiful, be no one else but you.
i'm the queen of one-liners, or so i've been told// shoes always fit. numbers never lie. music is used when words fail. love is the great reversal. emotions are fickle. passion is consistent. God's love is constant. God instills passion.
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