Today I waded through a pool of garble. occasionally I caught a familiar looking twig but it would immediately snap between my tight grip. I am alone speaking quickly and more like them but it doesn’t really make too much sense still. The women are makeupless and beautiful and I look awkward and angry all the time. I am- but I am also happy now. This city charms even if their people cause me to sit in a wading pool of low self-esteem. The roofs are beautiful and I want to hug them but that wouldn’t accomplish much because they are big and pokey. Oh! I forgot to mention the “cool” kids in leather jackets and sunglasses and rolling stones shirts. AHAHA
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