I don’t think it could have been quicker… I don’t think it could have happened with anyone else… And I’m pretty sure, It would be hard to see it happen again. You get me. You understand. It was only a matter of moments, Before the store closed… Before we quipped our sarcasm… Before we made up our stories… And already had an unspoken agreement. You had me there… Laughing to our understanding. The language of a generation, Spoken in song… Spoken in film… Spoken to each other, As the hours roll on. We had plans with each other… With more intentions to understand. We went out for evenings for weeks, Walkin’ around downtown… Drivin’ around the whole town… Sittin’ and enjoyin’… Our present company. We had each other there… Havin’ ourselves a whole lot of fun.
This is the archive of previous writings of the Opiated Sherpa. It's mostly poetry that dates back to 1997, back when I was a sapling of 16. And then since then... this.