opposite.

some days, i sit at that stop light and remember the words that were said and the way that it made me feel. and then i dwell. and for the rest of the day, my stomach feels strange and i can't quite get over it.

other days, i realized how much of a cancer those words were. and i rise above it. and float. somewhere between cloud 9 and the ground. and even stop to smell a flower or two.