mostly i just want to be a part of something beautiful.

walking into the washroom, my waitress was there and crying. "I'm just having a hard day."
it was eight in the morning. i ordered coffee and waited in the empty restaurant. it was silent and the sun, a deep orange on the clean bar top.

miles up and away, after only a few hours and he said, i've just met you and you are beautiful. and he was beautiful too. we all were, afternoon buzz and wide open air.
he was once addicted to crack. she was using me as a clean slate.
i was sitting back.