By some thing as mundane as:
- the mole that vibrates at the tip of your nose as you speak
- that icky strand of nasal hair trying to escape
- that singular eyelash jabbing into your eye as you blink
- the sound of an all too familiar strum of music
- the irritating nasal vocal quality of someone that i'd much rather forget
- how the small little hairs on your arm part
- the softness of corduroy
- how the skin creases at the corners of your mouth
- how you avoid my gaze as we speak
- the music that constantly plays - the soundtrack to my life
How did i manage to get through all my years of school with this much distractions??!!
And now, im distracted by other things -
like memories of you as i re-read all our sms-es and delete them with such masked indifference
