i saw the future once. i was drunk in a phone booth.
so i tilted the chair back until its weight hit the wall and i rested my head against the cold bricks rough against my hair. the balance was treacherous and the seat slippery cold under my jeans. the jeans rubbed against the skin of my legs; my shoes kicked idly at the metal legs of the desk. i couldnt feel my feet. and i sat there and thought that the morning was shit, and then i drowned in my own selfawareness.i woke up an hour and a half later and the wind was spitting the rain all over the place in cold pellets that exploded wetly on the back of my neck and i thought that the afternoon was great. i didnt feel anything but cold.
posted by Anonymous @ 7:50 PM
