There's a dead cat on the neighbour's front stoop in the morning. It hasn't died of natural causes, and a grey wifebeater covers its lifeless face.
There's internships and jobs and paycheques and beer and billboards.
There are too many words, and when there is finally silence, the clock ticks much too loudly and the sirens are deafening.
(How long is one moment though?)
A moment is as long as you need it to be.ReplyDelete
PS Being home where there are trees was fantastic.
you should take a day off and do something nice for yourself.ReplyDelete
>> I want to be someplace completely absent of concrete, even if it's just for a few moments.ReplyDelete
You and me both, sister.