never planned out this way
she sat under the hot desert sun attempting to hide 'neath the shade of a tree that was far too small to provide any measure of relief
her prison was a chair made of metal that was obviously uncomfortably hot within itself.. and well worn
wearing a faded bandana of blue polkadots with a clashing brightly striped shirt and smoking a ciggarette she hung her head..
it was clear that she thought of giving up...
finishing her smokey smoke she flicked it onto the sidewalk and with renewed resolve placed well worn and darkened leather gloves on her hands for the upteenth thousandth time
releasing the brakes.. she continued on in her moving prison.. her life was never planned out this way..
(this all happened at a stop light today... i'm still thinking of her)
riten
her prison was a chair made of metal that was obviously uncomfortably hot within itself.. and well worn
wearing a faded bandana of blue polkadots with a clashing brightly striped shirt and smoking a ciggarette she hung her head..
it was clear that she thought of giving up...
finishing her smokey smoke she flicked it onto the sidewalk and with renewed resolve placed well worn and darkened leather gloves on her hands for the upteenth thousandth time
releasing the brakes.. she continued on in her moving prison.. her life was never planned out this way..
(this all happened at a stop light today... i'm still thinking of her)
riten