It’s really fall now. Leaves have finally started decorating the concrete.
Nature in the midst of buildings. One jungle inside another.
There’s music playing on my laptop. I’ve never heard the song, but it’s beautiful.
The kind of beautiful I want to be when I grow up. The kind I can point to and say “puberty did that”.
But high heels and rain don’t go together. Neither does this new song with my mood.
This one is okay. The tempo is a bit too quick, but I’ll leave it.
There’s purple near the ground and a colour like turmeric still hanging on to the limbs.
I hate when people stop outside the door. It makes me nervous. They can turn around and see me at any minute. I don’t want to be seen – not by them. I’m not ready.
It’s been raining for days, so I haven’t been able to wear my new sneakers. The running shoes I bought so I wouldn’t have an excuse, but that I’ve only used twice. I’ve decided to just wear them now. No sense in wasting a perfectly good pair of shoes.
A perfectly good life. A perfectly good day. Except is there any such thing? Was there ever any such thing?
To combat low self esteem you should look your best at all times.
Yeah – because that definitely works.