I'm sitting alone in my apartment.
It's so quiet. It's almost cold.
The two characteristics are so tangled up in a mess of complexity that they may as well be one.
it feels like its raining outside but its not. the suttle damper in the air is illuding. It induces thoughts about things that make me think.
the damper is almost so convincing that I am carried away in my imiagination to places where I am not and have never been but only in my mind. I in places where its always raining . romanticly impovershed citys full of children so happy just to own shoes. Thriving metropolices so fourtunate to have shoeless children shining their overpriced armani dress loafers.
One day I wish I could see them
I wish I could know the shoe shine boy who pay for his fathers addiction. I wish I could meet his father. so hyped up he cant remember his sons name ...... but he loves him. I wish I could understand him.