Saturday, March 17, 2012
in the middle of my bed, i draw cotton spiders @ 7:06 AM
in a communion of buildings, a pharmacy is on the left, vegetables and other fluff to the right. saggy wrinkled old men drink shisha in the hallway, a man in a wheelchair hogs al-qabas newspaper, will the weight of the world pull him down? a part of me doesn't care.
i just want to paint. other people's business getting in the way of my own, uncool world.
the day slowly loses its place, i hope the dust storm calms down by tonight.
more school and routine tomorrow.