pointblank.

it just happens, it hits

(i just heard this song, i just passed by this store, i just happened to sit behind a stranger wearing this cologne, or maybe it was this person's scent, or the shampoo, i just happened to read a book with some familiar lines, plot lines, i just ordered a quarterpounder, i just ordered rootbeer, i just passed by the old school, i just saw the opening credits for this movie, i just started to clean my room, i just heard someone curse, i just unearthed my old shirts, i just got an e-mail from you, i was just cleaning my inbox, i just saw old pictures, old negatives, i just saw your friend, i just saw your surname painted on the side of a jeep, i just happened to read my old journals, i just heard a child laugh, i just found a password protected document in my old files, i just saw the ocean again, i just happened to see an old movie poster, it just happened to rain during a power outage, i just went on a 9-hour day trip to somewhere, i just heard someone call your name, i just happened to wake up in mid afternoon, i just broke the mug, i was just drinking and saw the ice melting, i just found out that my old e-mail account was still working, i just found myself still awake on new year's day and not drunk, at 4 am when everybody else was asleep, i just wrote on my blog again, someone just miscalled on my phone, i just happened to look at the horoscope, i just happened to play the guitar, i just heard the song again)

and it is a sharp pain (and something akin to a sudden itch at the same time) going off like a small explosion somewhere in the upper chest area.

the world is a little blurry after that. or blurrier still.