A Hole in the Nieghborhood by Insomna-maniac, literature
Literature
A Hole in the Nieghborhood
Street sense, no sense, your sense, my sense-s. Hue likes to make things sound too important; I walk alone to the old diner where the one works. Shell be busy beyond belief, sorting dirty dishes of busy mouths, wearing a shirt thats much to big for her small frame, and a visor that just doesnt quite suit her. The thought provokes smiles of the regulars.
Im catching small breezes from passing cars, its overcast, but its humid and I can smell you. Today you were made of paper.
Hue wonders what it would be like to taste spicy ramen off your mouth, and to draw and write into the early morning. I want to s