| What is special to me? I hold family and friends dear, like anyone else. But special . . . special is something different. This is not something you can relate to, its not, trust me; the goal of this is more to maybe give an option of thinking about how somonelse not only views, but actually sees, life. Special to me is not someone with great skill or ability, or one who surpasses others through rigor and effort. Special is looking down the street and watching as all the traffic signals, as far as the eye can see (and you know further yet) change in unison. Green to Red, Red to Yellow, back to Green going through each quickly yet so slow you can see the glimmer of the light as it passes through the cleavage. Special is looking at the hubcap next to you for no apperent reason and it being perectly vertical. So, recap: traffic signals, hubcaps Get it? Probably not, does it matter? Yes!! But, no one will die . . .you won't die. |