like the floors,
my room still needs some work,
and the fridge, that way my skin will heal and my diet will get better because that is what a messy fridge will look like, i'm okay.
Like perfectly okay right meow.

When i was in Venice, i felt like i was among these neat people,
but all along i kept on thinking of my own.
We have our own people here, and they have their own unique culture and lifestyle,
and so do I.
We might not go about things the same ways like the children of Venice,
but the children here that walk to desert and drink of the earth tell a different tale.
I've been attracting kids that were not native for a while, really embracing that,
but i think, right now,
what i'm mostly attracted too,
are the natives,
i'm fascinated about what's lurking in these corners,
and what tales are hiding on the peoples lips,
lips that taste water every morning that might be tainted in some way.
I also realize that i might actually need a pedicure,
and a nice facial.
and i need to continue with washing my bedsheets,
because i'm not going to be able to sleep in them until they're clean.
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