I was envious of you and not pleased about it. Far from pleased. Very very far from pleased. I wish I could be just as far away from this envy as I am from pleased.

Because you write voluminously and you have the discipline to write. And I write sparingly and lack in discipline.

Because people notice you. While I remain invisible to most. Except for those who I would rather not be visible to.

Was that even a sentence?

Because you have had so many lovers. While you rejected me as a potential lover.

Because you are so boundlessly talented. Awesomely talented. I freeze before your talent. But I do not cower. And I do not bow. But perhaps I should bow as a proper show of respect.

Because you seem to remember everything about everybody while I am too self-consumed to notice very much beyond my narrow range of noticing.

Because I wish I could be you.

But I don’t wish I could be exactly you.

I guess there are a couple things about you I would rather not be. I just have not put my finger on it. just yet.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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