Today was a long, long day. People like to think they know me. Understand what goes through my messed up mind. They don’t. Oh well.
I wonder if people wonder what I’m thinking. I always wonder what people are thinking. Faces people make perplex me as well. Odd, confused, happy, angry, faces. Not always self explanatory. Terrifying is what people look like when their sad. It makes me scared and worried and want to help. But I don’t know what to do…
People worry me. Just today I watched someone almost walk into the river near my home. I was confused as to why they weren’t paying attention. What was going through their mind that was so important.
Slides make me smile. Something so simple and peculiar. Yet so amazing, When I was younger my mother used to take wax paper and rub our long, blue, plastic slide with it. Boy did that make us fly. Friction was nothing to us. We just went. Slid, slide, flew, fly.
It’s cold out. I rode my bike to the library earlier. And I felt the cold air whisper past my knuckles They were frozen. I love feeling the crisp air unfold as I slice through it like a knife through cheese. A simple flying bird. My bike makes me happy. Simple. Cheap. Freedom.