I watch her. Sitting on a bench. Slowly finger-coiling a strand of her hair. Slant-eyes looking way too deep in the sky, as if locating an exoplanet undiscovered yet. A stack of ash tilting from the edge of her cigarette. She doesn’t smoke but likes to light So, she can watch it choke and die…
Month: December 2019
About me
I am an ordinary person. I rub my shoulders with you often, and when you step on my feet, I step aside without saying a word, assuming it was unintentional. I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt they deserve and for same reason I’m often disappointed to invest my thoughts on many…