...infinite motion, never still...

Words, clever or otherwise, seem to fail me more often than not these days. They're an abstract creation anyway. Why talk about this or that, or any of that, when it's all the same to me? Shrugging helplessly, in the guise of a conversation I hardly listened to in the first place. What is he talking about anyway, a Persian girl? Bus stop?
 
"Oh was she cute? You should ask her out".
 
That is not what I meant to say, not at all.