A retreat into the warmth
Of silent music
Sometimes my mouth feels like lead and it’s too heavy to say aloud a quip I have, so I smile to myself instead at my amusing observation of something inappropriate or another.
Sometimes my skin feels like a sheet of aluminium and every touch zings a charge into my core, so that all I register is hair dirt sweat microbes tickles too much I did not prepare for this perhaps I should get to know you better first before we accidentally bump arms on a crowded train.
Sometimes my mind is a jukebox on random and I find myself being someone I never thought myself of, so I let it take charge and marvel at the knowledge that I don’t actually know myself that well, after all.
Cotton On dress
Forever 21 lace top
Dr. Martens pink boots