it's just stopped raining. droplets roll across blurry glass. sunlight slides through water.
it all looks so pretty. but no one notices.
the old lady talking to herself. in socks and slippers. she smells funny. her son is ashamed to sit with her.
she wants someone to talk to but no one notices.
whoo. don't we all feel so darn good about ourselves.
i don't. i just realised im selfish. i've seen the old lady (that's why i can say she smells funny) and yes. i admit i was revulsed, 5 years ago. but even though its been so long, i don't think i can bring myself to sit next to her.
i was sitting in the canteen in church, and this little boy whammed into my chair. so i turned, but i only saw his head. then he turned his face towards me and i swore (mentally). the poor kid had a hare lip, and gads. he just wasn't.. i don't know. i don't know what he saw on my face- i hope it wasn't horrible. the adult with him, his father maybe, told him to say sorry. i wanted to say sorry. for feeling that way.
its nicer to just close your eyes, pretend you don't see anything. yeah. i love drifting along in my cotton candy world, where it rains lemon drops and gumdrops. and the happy little bluebirds fly, way above the chimneytops. above the smog and corruption. and the crummy haze.
