Mind Ramblings #1

The cobblestone makes my flat feet curve in an uncomfortable manner. It doesn't hurt. It just bends my heel awkwardly as I swerve to the left and the right. The men standing out back of the Mexican restaurant snicker sourly and I walk along the brick path that is more flat and runs directly through the middle of the alley. I see a sign for a candy store and glance back with hopeful eyes at my friends with their necks craned upward toward the sky like long feathered birds.

Salt water taffy makes my mouth water and I want to take a sip from the fountain that I'm not even allowed to put my feet in. Roof hopping sounds like a good idea but the ladders are all tucked away in their fetal fire escape position. I'm sitting and longing after vivid daydreams of the cute guy from the art supplies store. Tucked away in a corner.

They say if you do your writing exercises everyday you'll get better. Why are there no bugs here? My mind wanders like a Vietnam veteran with a cardboard sign that reads, "Veteran." Who asks me how I'm doing. "Fine, thanks" I say. "You?" I clench my teeth together and think about what else I could have said instead. I've never laughed so hard in my life. Giggling on the metro without a care and snapping "urban-modelesque" pictures that scream "I am alternative, look at me go!"

2:00AM Can't sleep.