Trans-Atlantic Romance, Part 2

Waiting for the trans-Atlantic emails
Flowing data, words of love
Transmitting mis sentimientos tras el señal.
Waiting for these little pedazos of you
Digital smiles, pixelated caridad.
Te amo y...
Sign it, "Yours."
I am.


Good intentions?

Today I ran into a girl I used to know, used to work with. She alway was dying her hair. Today it was purple, that kind of fake punk rock grrl purple. I stopped only for a moment to say hi and catch up but I realised while chatting with her that she was a coke user. It made me feel odd. Kind of sick inside like when you've eaten too much spicy food.
Yet I am not unhappy for her.
You pave your own road to hell.