Every day I tiptoe, nails on my feet painted with fading red colour when closing the window, watching impartially morning gloom.
Today I went home in the middle of school time partly because of unbearable cramps and maybe I was just sick from that friends' chatting about prom hairstyles in free lesson. All I can remember was me unintelligibly murmuring a name of a painkiller, my friend dragging me out of class and curling up on cold dirt floor. All I remember is my dad saying jokes when I almost vomited across the backseat. Deep intake of breathe and I thought of Crash.
Sometimes in the bus I look at those people and think: They are just like papier-mâché figures, hollow inside and their surface painted in glow rainbowy colour, so vivid and so sharp. I imagine the paint on faces ebbing away and I can see wrecking of thin paper which are papier-mâché figures made from. When you do not like things around you, you can change them.
Every day I open window before I go to sleep and want to yell loudly into the dusty air NEW LOVE GROWS ON TREES!
And when there's nothing else to change -, you just change yourself.
Today I went home in the middle of school time partly because of unbearable cramps and maybe I was just sick from that friends' chatting about prom hairstyles in free lesson. All I can remember was me unintelligibly murmuring a name of a painkiller, my friend dragging me out of class and curling up on cold dirt floor. All I remember is my dad saying jokes when I almost vomited across the backseat. Deep intake of breathe and I thought of Crash.
Sometimes in the bus I look at those people and think: They are just like papier-mâché figures, hollow inside and their surface painted in glow rainbowy colour, so vivid and so sharp. I imagine the paint on faces ebbing away and I can see wrecking of thin paper which are papier-mâché figures made from. When you do not like things around you, you can change them.
Every day I open window before I go to sleep and want to yell loudly into the dusty air NEW LOVE GROWS ON TREES!
And when there's nothing else to change -, you just change yourself.
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