Towers as high as I am when my fingers touch yours. The rush of people and mumbles of complete strangers talking to one another like rain talks to cement. The new eyes locking on mine, smiles with glowing teeth hiding behind pale skin.
The lights, the cars, the noises, the new surroundings.
It makes me think,
why didn't I leave home sooner?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Towers as high as I am when my fingers touch yours. The rush of people and mumbles of complete strangers talking to one another like rain talks to cement. The new eyes locking on mine, smiles with glowing teeth hiding behind pale skin.
The lights, the cars, the noises, the new surroundings.
It makes me think,
why didn't I leave home sooner?
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