The trees are silhouettes of knights arching their swords.Empty plastic bags where bottles of mineral water once had their party, now rattles like fireworks of the 4th of July. The cursed January breeze is a 60 years old DOM who’s having sex with the 18 years old air con’s breath. Its ironic that 5 minutes ago she tried to seduce me to sleep... Now it appears that their screams of pleasure are fingers stopping my eyes from closing. I despised the white stains on the bus' glass pane, somehow it reminded me of their zealous crime.
Everything seems to be having fun...
shit…
Everything seems to be having fun...
shit…