Dreaming of Denny's

Friday, February 23, 2007
Dreaming of Denny's
Current mood: contemplative

I was in a hole in the wall Denny's last night, in Bishop, California... (Northern California?) on the way back from Mammoth, after 4.5 hours in the hospital. No, I was not hurt.... Jesse's pinky was though. *cough*

I noticed an old man at the table to my left. Alone. Greasy denim, oily, slicked hair. A weathered hat, pulled low on his brow. A weary, element-hardened face, hands like welding mitts. Sad. Remorseful?

Lonely.

I was startled by the thought that I could end up like that. Easily. How would I feel? As much as I like solitude and the soul-fortification it delivers, I do not like being alone that much. There was a time. I learnt alot about myself then. I am past that now though. More evolved. Or am I?

The old man made me sad. Made me reflective. Made me worry and made me..... all at once.

I wonder if he even ackowledged loneliness? Or if he had become numb to it?

Everything can turn 360, so easily.... if you let it I suppose.



"Sometimes I still think of you,
and I just wanted you, just wanted you to know,
My old friend.
I swear I never meant for this,
I never meant....
Don't look at me that way,
it was an honest mistake..."

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