Near the end of the day my boss piles five, last minute pickups, which I have to complete in a minuscule amount of time. I arrive at my first stop to find a long line up to the counter, surprise! At location number two I met the friendliest man to work in a woodshop, unfortunately his small chat was not on my to-do list, ending the conversation as politely as I could I say “that’s nice” and run away. At my next checkpoint the man I needed to see, according to other, has not been there for three days. And finally stop four was another woodshop but this time, as I pulled up to the loading door no one came to help. I get out of my vehicle to take a closer look through the tiny window in the bay door; there were five men busy at work on the other side. So I took the first step and opened the handless obstacle only to catch a glimpse of the backside of just two men. Like a bunch of cockroaches they had diapered. Walking around for a while I stumbled upon my objective and begin to load the large counter tops by my one-man team. As I pulled back into work I realize that I skip my forth stop completely. Oh well, a job for tomorrow I guess. I pray for a better day.

On the bus I sit and wait, silently the stranger next to you. Like a chameleon I blend into the shadow unnoticed and unheard. Thoughts racing through my head some darker then my surrounding, I listen and wait. Stupid ignorant humans sharing their insignificant ideas on religion, politics, weather, sex, and humor. I wait motionlessly, the light above me is burnt out and in the crowd of people I am alone. What difference will these nameless co-passengers make in their live? Will mine be any different? I wait and see.

I was thinking about you today. Pondering if I every would be able to tell you exactly how I feel. Would you reject me? Brush me off? Or return my affections? This I do not know. It is always easy to see other when they are in love or just a mutual attraction between sexes but as soon as one is in the situation, one becomes bladed by their feelings; doughty, self worry and fear apparently comes leeched to the underside of love. Mostly unnoticed this hitchhikers cause jealousy and a lack of self respect. I’m I not attractive enough? Do I bore them? Is there someone else? Do they not feel the same way about me? This are question that come around again and again every few second and can only be extinguished by the confirmation form the source where the problem originated, only to quickly reset ablaze shortly after. The world seem so clear when feelings are removed, like a clean glass of water tasteless but still beautiful, then one adds their own mixture of flavoured and colour emotions, which with every added emotion ones view of the world changes. Bitter, sweet, hatred, love, every glass comes out tasting different. Mine is still not finished. What dose your taste like so far? Is your vision clouded by the extra additives that come with the drink packet of love? As I stare through my solution I can’t make out what I see and I dare not take a sip in fear of the outcome. This letter started out to some one and will be opened for every one.