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I awake at 6pm, nose in the couch cushions, ungrateful, uninspired, still tired, still cloudy, still...purposeless, jobless, aimless. I arise and force myself out the door, because the streets are where the color lies. And while the sun sets across the city, I revel in this fleeting moment of inspiration, when teenagers sneak cigarettes in basketball courts, their shins bloody from too many skateboard falls. Where I stop to smile at a man in the midst of a mural. Where fortune tellers and gypsies swap tea and gossip with mothers, and angels, and priests. I am sorry, everyone. I will try to be braver tomorrow.
I awake at 6pm, nose in the couch cushions, ungrateful, uninspired, still tired, still cloudy, still...purposeless, jobless, aimless. I arise and force myself out the door, because the streets are where the color lies. And while the sun sets across the city, I revel in this fleeting moment of inspiration, when teenagers sneak cigarettes in basketball courts, their shins bloody from too many skateboard falls. Where I stop to smile at a man in the midst of a mural. Where fortune tellers and gypsies swap tea and gossip with mothers, and angels, and priests. I am sorry, everyone. I will try to be braver tomorrow.
1 comment:
that church is fuckin awesommmmee
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