a december daydream.

Once upon a time I walked down a street. Oh hell how my feet hurt. I was alone as usual. I always seem to be alone. It’s a daily syndrome that I must admit I often enjoy. I can smile at leaves frown at people and no one gives a…well you know. This was one of those days where the east end coffee shop made me feel like I was in the happiest place on earth. Crap everywhere. It was a veritable Christmas morning. I found scraps of paper that contained the dirty figures of fingers long past. cups with milk that was just beginning to curdle. Newspapers headlining wal-mart. My large O.J. only seems to add to the Christmas cheer. Passers by all with places to go, me with nothing to do but stare at them in a wild way, sipping my orange juice. My hands begin to shake. That darn graham cracker did nothing for me. Three hours gone by, I should say not. Wow this classical music sure knows how to penetrate ear drums. I think I will be spending the last of my savings on a hearing aid. There’s a guy outside my window reading a book with a red cover. Another just walked by with his sweet blonde haired little girl. So many adjectives in one sentence. I walked by a shop earlier. The door was open. I had glanced at the window display which consisted of spray paint bottles and a painting of like mind. A guy inside said “thanks have a great day!” with such enthusiasm I couldn’t help but look inside as I went by. He seemed to pause when he saw me. Now in my perfect world 1) I would have gone inside (my original thought) or 2) he would have run out after me calling ‘wait! Wait! I don’t even know your name!” (think Cinderella). That’d be the life. HA!