Standing weakly with my mouth half open, I waited outside of a busy CVS in the heart of Boston. Staring blankly into a city chock-full of people, forty-eight words written by Blue October spew out of my head phones and into my ears, scrambling around in my brain at hurricane wind speeds;
"Delay the hurtful words of complicated overcast. Please take the message that you taught me how to live at last. I said my confidence; it gets stronger when you're next to me. I might crumble; I might take a fall again. But you're my everlasting friend, everlasting friend."
I turned to my right, and people rushed by. I turned to my left, and people rushed by. "Where are all of these people going?" I pondered, "Do they go home at night to someone who loves them?" I looked down at my shoes and slowly scuffed them back and forth, creating friction against the rubber souls and the cement.
"There you are," he said, walking towards me, his green and yellow eyes smiling at me with