Every day, when I walk to work, I see a pretty girl sitting in the courtyard. She sits there for hours, strumming away at her guitar, singing along with her acoustic instrument. I find myself staring at her and am mezmorized as I watch her play outside my window.
I daydream about locking up my office and lying next to her on the grass as I create sketches of random thoughts. I need to work outside of boxes, rather than inside them. Not just metaphorically, but literally in tandem. I need the fresh air.
No one would notice I'm gone.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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