This doesn’t belong, this is awkward. This is baggy and this is new,
But this fits. It’s cozy and close. It’s comfortable, like an old sweater in the back of a drawer of people you used to be. It’s a combination of them all, their best characteristics and worst traits. Her smile, the habit of another. The mixture is new, unrecognizable and mysterious, but comfort is in all. It takes a moment to understand, and even then, it is a thing of unmentionable beauty. Something worth looking at, you carry it like a textbook, ashamed and under your arm. You hope no one will notice, but it’s light burns through your insecurities. It has it’s own pride.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
This doesn’t belong, this is awkward. This is baggy and this is new,
But this fits. It’s cozy and close. It’s comfortable, like an old sweater in the back of a drawer of people you used to be. It’s a combination of them all, their best characteristics and worst traits. Her smile, the habit of another. The mixture is new, unrecognizable and mysterious, but comfort is in all. It takes a moment to understand, and even then, it is a thing of unmentionable beauty. Something worth looking at, you carry it like a textbook, ashamed and under your arm. You hope no one will notice, but it’s light burns through your insecurities. It has it’s own pride.