like a scene from a movie, i’m floating on a cloud induced by the wonderful movie big fish..gushing with anna about how wonderful tim burton and daniel wallace is. then another car and another pair of silhouettes, fine the same car, the same pair.
and when we get to san francisco coffee house (where LIFE IS GOOD. man who could go wrong with a tag line like that?), the songs they’re playing are about being the one left behind, being the one not loved.
this is weird. that was weird.
and conversations with anna make me realize that just maybe i don’t know how to write a happy ending, so i don’t know if i can live one.
i wish i knew how to draw.