Inspired by graffitti and a bus journey. I wrote this on my phone lol, I'm aware it needs a lot of work, but I think I'll leave it as it is for a while before I start changing things around. I'd appreciate your thoughts, whoever you are.
I dressed in grey today so I could blend in with the s[b][i][/i][/b]hit around me; no one likes unanswered questions and I sure as hell don't like being looked at either. I clung tightly onto the metal can, just to feel the icy sting against my fingers. i did it for the thirll; for the weightlessness, the uncertainty. no lines dictating the flow, no edges containing the fall; everything felt just a little more real but there was no comfort, no satisfaction. just a tiny screaming hope that i'll end up as a little more than just a pair of concrete dates.
Last edited by michal23 at Oct 29, 2009,
It was touching. Real good like that. You want to edit, so edit. Whatever you edit is what is right to edit.
Solid read. The opening is indeed vengeful and indignant, but as it progresses a more conclusive—maybe—sets in and tickles the flow a little.