Away from the rats away from the vultures of the big city. Cozy on the couch with my Lucy and in the other sofa my babysister is busy searching for the most bloody horror movie she can find, she beginning to look a lot like me.
I find comfort in being home, even though my parents are never here it doesn't matter.
I have a problem, a problem of a constant thought that I can't banish from my mind. I call the thought "it". Under my feet there are pink clouds created by a ridiculous fact that may not be real. Pink clouds make me insecure because I see something, and I definitely feel something but it wouldn't be the first time that I make a mistake. But without errors and without pain my breathing would be useless. I sit quietly in the sofa for the first time in weeks I am calm, I don't know why. Well thats a lie, I do know why but I ain't gonna tell ! My secret, my cute little tough secret. It was a cold day, a long day. My teachers expect so many things from me, and I'm not sure I want to fulfill their expectations. Somehow I understand what they want, but it's hard. Art is such a shitty job, and i refuse to do it !
Weird day, weird girl, weird me ... I want my own world that would be way more fun.
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