Things were just on the other side of the fence.
the perspective of the other side of the bus
he walked out the door and she was left with her thoughts
the sun lit up realization as it fell upon my face
focus on my reflection and let everything beyond blur
her body is slowly giving up on her
cold sandbox love
little Hannah drawing on the walls with green and red crayon
purple marker masterpieces of a two and a half year old
the economy falls,,,,into the hand of a homeless man screaming "Away Spirit" but we keep on walking
the ***** you chased with coca-cola at your best friends birthday party made you see how controlled you were with a blank mind and a laughing mouth, how you seemed to float along down the skinny hallway but somehow slam the door. the opposite of the lightweights laying on the orange **** carpet.
telephone pole shadows.
those dull blue eyes
biting lips till they bleed to relieve the pent up anxiety
not understanding how people can be satisfied and contented with the monotonous routines.