Wednesday, April 2, 2008

My stomach growls because I haven't eaten breakfast.
The lady next to me smells like the thrift store and sweet candy.
I tap my fingers waiting for time to pass so I can go to the class I hate.
Confusion on different matters is seeping deep within, but the next few weeks hold hope.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey! i sit next to a lady that smells like that too!