April 6, 2011

catching that one bus

dear traveling once more diary,

my bags aren't ready, but i'd prolly go. i think i will step out for a minute or two. you wont know. you never pay attention. time keeps on tickin, but the camera film stops clickin frames. i become invisible. i slip by you like a thief holding the cash envelope. i sign myself out- using an alter name- sign back in using your name, then you're signed in twice- but when you leave- you're still here- so you dunno later if you left or not. but i know. and you know and we are the only two that do know. ima go now. see you later xooxox