Not of your design

i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world

i have the weirdest life amongst sheep in this the age of terror

(02/01/2005; 08:33am) - i have the weirdest life amongst sheep in this the age of terror

walking onto the R train
only wanting to sit down and write
my considerations of jesus
when

i spot a massive black back pack
alone
unattended
looking weird
with tinges of terror wafting off of it

thinking myself paranoid
i look around to find an entire car
equally paranoid
equally weirded out
trying to ignore the massive terrorist elephant in the room

i ask around if it's anybody's bag
and non-surprisingly. it belongs to no one

so there i am
walking back along the train
searching for a conductor
which took a while since i could down a car at a stop
no interconnecting cars on an R train

luckily i found a conductor on the stop i depart
and told her about the black back pack
she seemed grateful

but i was at a lost as to what i was considering about jesus