It was only later, having a
cigarette
outside, you returned into my mind.
Why is it when I go outside how I think and feel shifts suddenly? Unexplainably?
Compared to my usual way of thinking I quite like how my mind works when I'm outside. Out and about. Maybe heading someplace. In a car or using my feet. Sometimes I'll be smoking a cigarette. I'm in the moment, and this is what I feel is the most truest version of me. No masquerade. No murky vision.
I remembered your curiosity. You asked about one of the acts. You knew them by their name. "Didn't they used to be part of that one band?"
I didn't know the band, but said I'd look them up later.
You took a moment, a pause, right then. And then you smiled and said you would come.
Right then I had planned on looking the band up the next moment I got free. But I guess that free moment didn't come until now. It's been few hours now. What a busy day. I thought about looking the band up while having my smoke. I looked down at it. it was almost over.