The staircase worries me.
My new social theory seems to be correct, which means I'm everything I hate.
A girl likes me. She's less attractive and popular than me, but she does her best to find common ground between us, like music. She's careful not to make too much contact, just the occasional mutual âlikeâ on Facebook.
I see through her tactics. I joke about her, talk about her behind her back, laugh at her expense.
I like a girl. I'm less attractive and popular than her, but I think I've found some common ground between us; we like the same music. I don't make too much contact, just the occasional mutua
Today, I shaved my head.
It felt so new, the air on my skin. So vulnerable. Open.
The sun shone hot. Rain came. The sensations were amplified. Hot, soothing. Cold, wet.
It was easy to fit into a crowd of strangers.
No mohawk.
No staring eyes.
When I looked in the mirror, I was anxious.
Anxious that, maybe, looking the part would make me act a man.
For once.
For Dad.
I've been wrong about this before.
The staircase worries me.
My new social theory seems to be correct, which means I'm everything I hate.
A girl likes me. She's less attractive and popular than me, but she does her best to find common ground between us, like music. She's careful not to make too much contact, just the occasional mutual âlikeâ on Facebook.
I see through her tactics. I joke about her, talk about her behind her back, laugh at her expense.
I like a girl. I'm less attractive and popular than her, but I think I've found some common ground between us; we like the same music. I don't make too much contact, just the occasional mutua
Today, I shaved my head.
It felt so new, the air on my skin. So vulnerable. Open.
The sun shone hot. Rain came. The sensations were amplified. Hot, soothing. Cold, wet.
It was easy to fit into a crowd of strangers.
No mohawk.
No staring eyes.
When I looked in the mirror, I was anxious.
Anxious that, maybe, looking the part would make me act a man.
For once.
For Dad.
I've been wrong about this before.
Current Residence: Le Plateau, Montreal, Quebec Favourite genre of music: Indie? Favourite style of art: Furry! Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: iPod
So, since I lack the basic skills needed to draw anything remotely well, all I can do here is write my horrible style of free verse.
And the occasional lyrical poetry will pop up too, but don't get your hopes up.
If anyone wants to try to teach me to draw, I do have a tablet.
Thanks!