The tiny ants of people rush past
as I stand there unchanged like the folds of time
the streets are crowded with lives each as complex and interesting as my own
the cars scream at each other over the wind's gentle song
all life is now towered over by glass that gleams on the horizon
and there I stand
looking for one in a sea of a thousand
shoved by the merciless waves of the city
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts Of A "Normal" Girl
De TodoMy random book of randomness in which I will write random things. Such randomness may include poems, drawings, song lyrics, videos, short stories, and most importantly, the stupidity that lives inside my brain. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
