Clearly Fogged

With this daze... It's amazing how many things I could see clearly now.

In desperate measures, I did ask to see The One on The Couch. And he obliged. And all I could do was look at him... I couldn't say much. I couldn't.. not with the traffic, not with the music. And even with distinct breaths, I couldn't. And I feel like typing him a text message when he was sitting right there.

Too relevant.

My time with The One (without The Tie) on The Couch was short.

Zero walked in on us. Yeah, I guess it's his couch too.

Oh well. Some.. good things.. should be shared. But I don't wish to be on the crowd if Zero's on it. And I'm not being mean. I'm being real. It's true. I don't have to waste that money. It's an eventual and we all know it. Just nobody says it out loud. Hey, pin bearers are pin bearers.