Independent bitch forever!!!!

A dangling stream of thoughts written between intermissions of two stories..

Photo by Elisaveta Bunduche on Unsplash

Something about this man excites me but triggers me too.

Tell me why am I crawling out of the living room into the small balcony through the window, just because I want to avoid he and his friend seeing me sleeping on his couch.

Seated out on this couch now, hair ruffled with eyebags for days under my eye,…I have to pretend to be okay In front of everyone passing through on this road.

I am in fact okay….

But leaning and slouching looks weak whereas it can be tired.(and in my case sleepy tire) hence, I have to lift my jaws up and cross my legs, and make much eye contacts as much as I can.

Even better, I will put on some dark shades and sip from my boat glass a glass of simple sparkling water.