Spring is here again,
the greymetal springs into the guild
people are happier, i think.
Or maybe I’m happier.
Watching reflections on the glass window
the world seems so quiet on the other side
and I cant stand the sight of my own face
lit up by the cosmetic lighting
all very cosmetic.
I think it’s because of the books behind me.
They make me look bad.
Ahead, the ground slips into tarred road.
so perfect. so straight. rhythm is soothing
and everyone that walks by looks up at me
but they don’t know i can see them see me
see them. see
people have the brightest clothing
blue with green. yellow with white.
i like that. blue with green.
it makes sense. like skyscrapers
I think i’ll stop now – I hear a train coming
and I need to be on it.
atleast, i think i do.
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