i'm supposed to get news today. but i wont. maybe i will.
her shoelaces are untied on both of her white shoes. she wears yellow black pinstriped overalls. reads a book. if she isn't looking at me at least it's a book, the sad quiet narcissist in me thinks.
a need for attention.
what are you reading?
it's a book about a poem. a wondering about our days. a cry into the nights. oh those damn nights.
tomorrow morning i will wake up and go do my laundry and then try to forget about her again
