Friday, August 13, 2010

past rap

They shook hands and walked off, aware that the past isn't a fun place to live in.
Both had trains to catch.
Jill jerked her head up, pulled her jacket closer, buried her hands back in the pockets and walked on.
"We are defined by our experiences"
"But we can choose not to be restricted by them"


Sharad Ragas said...

Love the last two lines.. did you write them? Great!

i said...

The words are mine yes. The thought is a product of a conversation.. just like so many ideas.