I've started packing up my stuff for storage, for when I move to the Philippines, and today I came across a poem a girl, an artist, sitting on a street corner once wrote for me this past summer.
She had asked me what I wanted the poem to be about and I said I was only going to give her the title of it -- "My Second Dream". She then sat down, pondered for a bit, and then eagerly typed out on her typewriter anything and everything that came to her mind. This was her poem.
Back when she wrote the poem even I didn't really know what my Second Dream was but now I do. And now I see just how relevant and dead on she was with her words.
...and then I went and spend $40 on two hamburgers, ouch.
Not the wisest of decisions I've done but I decided to treat someone tonight, in between slaving away on my business proposal and, well, slaving away again on my business proposal.
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