can we try and take the high road? though we don't know where it ends...

we've refused eye contact for nearly a week, which might have something to do with all that ice coating the sidewalks. but the ice doesn't excuse how fast you can make it up the stairs when i'm 20 paces behind you, or your parking-lot-detours that divert you from my relative location. so, no, i cannot blame the weather, though i wish i could condemn it instead of you.

i don't know what i want from anybody, at all, ever.

i can tell you about my life using lots of k's, and maybe too many c's.