only a thief is so cautious to forget his shoes.

fast pace,
flip flops.
mouth breathing.
anexiety.
paranoia.
plans for attacks.
plans for shame.
home.
relief.

leave only foot prints, take only pictures.

is this my life?
dont go to far...
dont do to wrong..
only do right.
and struggle.
the whole time.

im pretty

tonight was a hard decision. we both had different ideas.
our thoughts were the same.
we wanted some time. away. from ourselves or eachother, i dont know.
it didnt work.
we spent time and money being away.
coming home, was the oppurtunity.
but did not happen.
i am here.
he is asleep.

i should be a philanthropist someday

I got the call today. I can be a member.
It means picking up some shifts with no pay.
I think this will be better though.
I want to do it.
I hope i dont cry.
Still selling, but 40 % goes to children.
maybe i can move up.
but at least i can put it on a resume for a job i might enjoy.

anonymity

I wear a uniform.
mostly black.
I paint my face,
to be regular.
On my own time,
I think you won't remember me.
I wont tell you much, but by the book,
I wont do much, but what im supposed to do.
I follow the rules. For the most part.
If you get to know me,
I might not see you again.

monday, monday.

I live and work among you.
I make aquaintences,
but never really belong.
I enjoy time to myself.
and life,
When its pretty.
When I feel accomplished,
Im not sure how well I hide.
Sometimes by wednesday I think im okay,
but mondays, I dont know who I am.