the things I enjoy...

ever since work, I enjoy the real simple things. Simple things like walking back to my apt from across the street slowly, and walking in the middle of the open road. Looking up into the sky as I walk up the stairs, counting the stars. I enjoy extended lunch break while boss is gone... but it is often quite lonely when you are the last person walking towards your car, in an empty parking lot.

I wonder really, when I took myself out of myself and just listen to this person talking on the phone... it's strange, this semi- out of body type of experience. I wonder, why is he talking to me and I can't believe he is sharing this with me... why is he telling me this? He trusts me? Such a weird feeling, that I am actually doing this job, so real and so strange. I never thought I would be talking to these people and we would be of equal, or the words coming out of my mouth just seemed rehearsed, like... am I really saying this? This is strange, today's a strange day not because today's any different than other work days in the past year, but it's strange b/c I finally heard myself talking. Who is this person...