I remember the strangest things
Oct. 22nd, 2007 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaA boy read my Tarot cards 13-14 years ago in the Pit. Thoth deck. I thought of kissing him after, but pulled away.
Two weeks ago, at the no-longer-housewarming party, I thought I saw him again. He was taller, though, his face was fuller. But I remember that hair, I remember those glasses, and the gentle look.
I should have asked him if he was that boy. Maybe he remembered what my reading was. I certainly cannot.
Went back to work. Less coughing, but I cannot do high notes, and I still cough hard.
I think I have an idea of a 'perfect job', but I have to work at it a little.
I feel more energetic, but I am aware that I need to go to bed early enough to keep that momentum. So, night.
Two weeks ago, at the no-longer-housewarming party, I thought I saw him again. He was taller, though, his face was fuller. But I remember that hair, I remember those glasses, and the gentle look.
I should have asked him if he was that boy. Maybe he remembered what my reading was. I certainly cannot.
Went back to work. Less coughing, but I cannot do high notes, and I still cough hard.
I think I have an idea of a 'perfect job', but I have to work at it a little.
I feel more energetic, but I am aware that I need to go to bed early enough to keep that momentum. So, night.
