Daily Keemo. 01.22. In His Eyes And He Talked (#1 in the Typewriter series)

In His Eyes And He Talked (#1 in the Typewriter series)
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There words are nothing more than just that. Words. There is no music in the air tonight. Only the sound of these keystrokes on this paper and the dog scratching on the floor by my feet and papers rustling as she goes through a drawer looking for something. I am looking for something but it is not found in the drawer. I know because I have already looked in there.

There is still only the sound of these keys and nothing more.

I think of the man in the wheelchair who asked us to get the cup out of his wheel and he had to be cold going around the city in just a t-shirt. You could see the drink in his eyes as he talked to us. As I think of him I am certain that he has forgotten about me and the cup and the cold and the talk and it all.

Daily Keemo. 01.19. It Only Takes Three Blocks To Walk In Your Shoes

It Only Takes Three Blocks To Walk In Your Shoes
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Her eyes were full of tears and I don't know why because I was just walking by her and I didn't know her and she was on the phone, not talking, just crying and listening and I kept walking down the sidewalk away from the crying and I stopped at a store front window and looked at the expensive watches on display and imagined the person who would buy such a watch and I looked back where I came from and the crying woman was no longer there crying on the sidewalk and I imagined such a person who would make that woman cry and I couldn't imagine either one of them and I turned back up the sidewalk and kept on walking.