Polychromatic Personality

Davison MI

Description

I laughed at you inside the liquor store in Davison because I work there. It was Davison and Irish. You were strange like me. There was a sense of strange about you and that lot my spirit up like an alarm clock on Monday. You were so different compared to the same line I've read and seen every day. You were not alike everyone else that's for sure. You understood my humor when I spewed off that quirky pun and my uneasy sense of humor it even made you laugh. I find color and density in character. I see battering the norm as beautiful. I cannot stand normal and you were the exact opposite. Like me you were just indifferent, abnormal... beautiful. I understood you and you seemed to recognize me. We had a chat for like 20-30 minutes and it all seemed to flow like water in a defined stream. It was like our interaction was the most lethal drug interaction because I had the best time talking to you, and the crash came when I realize I let you get away. I can't remember your name though you only told me once, I must have been lost in your gaze, forgive me. I completely hate myself alot for my short term memory... God please do not let me be normal. I hope this reaches out to you. I know that if you read this you'll know exactly who you are. We had that once in a million connection. I do not mean to sound uncaring or inattentive, but all I can recall from our conversation was that you were 28 or 29 and that you loved fireball and birddog peanutbutter. You said the taste of cinnamon reminded you of the time a young uyou and your Bestfriend would sneak into the pool dock to drink Hott damn and take pictures with your 35mm Minolta which I found amazing because I enjoy photography and digital design, music and sound engineering. Message me if you read this. I know you remember me. I let you listen to my first album, see my photo album, and even told you I'd get with you to write new lyrics. I believe our personalities were spilled just to mix.