scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


14.10.10
flying solo
I walk because then it feels like i'm getting somewhere, when she's at his, i leave it all behind me, a trail of black smoke rising from my ears, streaming behind me in the Vienna wind like a gymnast's ribbons. I stop when i want, windowshopping, walking fast, leisurely fingering the scarves hanging on the sidewalk stands. I flow between people, single or in groups, men and women, old and young, i am surrounded by people. As a kid i loved the solitary anonymity of cities. You could be anybody in Manhattan. But now i only want to be me.

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Anonymous Annika said...14/10/10 16:28 ...
You are you. And I love you. 

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