I often think about… Those people who come into my life in random situations or for specific purposes. The random man in an elevator, the woman with whom I shared a smile with at the supermarket… The forever anonymous blue car who drove “with” me for fifty miles on my last road trip… Like mayflies living a day, Just long enough for the beating of their heart to effect mine.
I often think about them… And wish them laughter, love, happiness. I hope they do stupid funny things that create memories forever, and… I hope that I was a mayfly in their lives That made them smile.
It’s Loud Inside My Head… The Poetry and Prose of A Man Who Feels Too Much. 
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