March 28, 2015 - 01:38
It called out to me.
Hey there. You look a little tired. Isn't that backpack a little too heavy. Sit. Relax. Breathe.
How? I don't know.
It looked like a bench, but it felt more like a sturdy hammock. a sturdy hammock with pillows.
SPRING?? More like ~soft winter~
What is that? Why is it so quiet? Is that the buzz of a generator? Is it the buzz of the street lamp? Do the clouds make sounds as they move across the sky? Is that a car door slamming? Where is the car? Why is it so quiet, still.
That jacket looks familiar. I know her. Joy. I thought she left. She was back. Bye.
My stomach hurts. What did I eat. Was it those stuffed shells? Am I lactose intolerant? I don't think so. Maybe I just have to pee.
Who would know if I peed in the bush?
Me and the bush. maybe the bench? the ground?
I didn't.
I could have.
But I didn't..