wild horses
It came to her while she was standing in the middle of a drugstore aisle. There was an old Red Hot Chili Peppers song playing through the speakers, and she was reading the label on a bottle of fabric softener. She had her left arm around a 24-pack of toilet paper. Not a human, but close enough.
Maybe there's been too much emphasis placed on end goals. Maybe there's no shame in wallowing and stalling. Perhaps it's natural to be sad, eat/smoke/drink a little too much, miss people, remember a little too much, listen to sad songs, cry, and want to run away. To deprive oneself of these comforts at life's low points is to rob the human experience of life altogether (or is it the other way around?).
* * *
Your toenails... are they still blue like they were when we first met? he asked, pausing to take a drag.
The water bottles in their hands from that warm spring night in Union Square Park have been replaced by cigarettes on this cold autumn morning in Central Park.
She nodded.
Good. They suit you, you know. Crazy in the best way possible, he followed, smiling.
Maybe there's been too much emphasis placed on end goals. Maybe there's no shame in wallowing and stalling. Perhaps it's natural to be sad, eat/smoke/drink a little too much, miss people, remember a little too much, listen to sad songs, cry, and want to run away. To deprive oneself of these comforts at life's low points is to rob the human experience of life altogether (or is it the other way around?).
* * *
Your toenails... are they still blue like they were when we first met? he asked, pausing to take a drag.
The water bottles in their hands from that warm spring night in Union Square Park have been replaced by cigarettes on this cold autumn morning in Central Park.
She nodded.
Good. They suit you, you know. Crazy in the best way possible, he followed, smiling.