As I walked down the street back to my house, everything purple caught my attention, it was like a blinding light, It pierced my skin and swam through my veins. But I pushed forward.
This part of the town wasn't known for much, it wasn't poor but we weren't in mansions.
Everyone was nicer than they needed to be, like REALLY nice, all the time, and the people who weren't would up and leave.
It was that sort of place where everyone forgave everyone for everything, and some people hated it. I think it's helpful sometimes, annoying other times.
At least they were nice.
So when someone called out to me, and asked if I needed an umbrella, I wasn't suprised.
I thought about the gesture for a moment.
I wouldn't have ever said yes, but I'd rather not have a hot shower as soon as I got home. The purple flowers and candle holders in the bathroom might strike a threat to my sanity.
I nodded my head and thanked her grabbing the plain black umbrella. Shielding me from my thoughts for the walk home.
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PoesíaQuotes, Poems, Thoughts and Ideas Just a story I made up so I can write my own poems about a girl It's not really about the boy The bold writing is things I like. They don't have names because this isn't about anyone and I wanted to leave it open so...
