Certain people recognize me even though I’m a stranger to them. Subconscious eyes try to hide their delight, but shadows show there’s a nightlight…
Working at Sheetz 5 days a week, I’ve started becoming a bit like furniture there. People almost expect to see me there now that they know my face. But the people who took the Time to commit Me 2 memory did it long before they met me…
Lots of Christians know me. Only the real 1s, though…
It doesn’t matter the Faith, just the pursuit of Truth, & the Wonder öF Ü…
There’s a handful of people I’ve reciprocated the commitment to a “stranger’s” face. More people that my memory decides to hold onto without explaining “y”…
There’s 1 I wanna acknowledge specifically, but b4 We get 2 HiM, I wanna give an honorable mention to this girl with the initials “B.C.” She has a very Pretty name… She really likes shredded lettuce, and said she’s like a rabbit…
1 more honorable mention. I’ll actually say his name: Andrew. Like Dominos fall’И down…
Now, to get 2 the 1 Whö N’§pired this post. I don’t know his name, but his face always brings a smile to mine. He really likes my cooking, and gets disappointed when I work the front rather than the kitchen. We’ve gotten familiar enough that we bump fists whenever we pass each other. He calls me, “Boss Man,” with a twinkle N his Ey3, lyke He ‘No’s “Whö I Am” really, moreso than even Me, oddly…
This more to B said, but I won’t even tell my self right now; N’terest’И
♡Sugar☆World☮ 