Too much verb agreement!
Tonight, I weep for a friend who, in years past, had been a solace to me, my own little slice of calm amid the cherry filling, rushing to fill in the space behind the knife in the pie of insanity and confusion. She is no longer that. She is the uncooked ingredient, the last to fall, finally cooked by the heat of those around her.
I wish she could rest in peace, but the reason I loved her is because that's what she used to do.
Used to be no one knew about the bathroom in the Central Square basement. Hell, most people didn't even know there was a Central Square basement. Thousands of people per second traipsed overhead, oblivious to the soothing sounds their footfalls made in my porcelain oasis.
No more.
I went there tonight, on my way to the library, after eating my Japanese noodles in a chilled courtyard, watching people accidentally moving in sync to Guster. A random walked in the door ahead of me (how did he know about that door?) and headed downstairs. He was in the bathroom when I got there. It was dirty; it's never dirty.
In my five minute stay, 3 other people came in. Last year, I could spend a half hour listening to the student hooves overheard making brute music. Poor girl ain't what she used to be.
I wish she could rest in peace, but the reason I loved her is because that's what she used to do.
Used to be no one knew about the bathroom in the Central Square basement. Hell, most people didn't even know there was a Central Square basement. Thousands of people per second traipsed overhead, oblivious to the soothing sounds their footfalls made in my porcelain oasis.
No more.
I went there tonight, on my way to the library, after eating my Japanese noodles in a chilled courtyard, watching people accidentally moving in sync to Guster. A random walked in the door ahead of me (how did he know about that door?) and headed downstairs. He was in the bathroom when I got there. It was dirty; it's never dirty.
In my five minute stay, 3 other people came in. Last year, I could spend a half hour listening to the student hooves overheard making brute music. Poor girl ain't what she used to be.