Secret Pop

Dec 6, 2002

Old Habits

I'm in my knee boots again.
Red and black.
My drama colors.
I may be in for drama.
Or the blank stare of a white room.
I nearly had a nervous breakdown zipping the boots up.
The little leather siding got caught in the zipper, and I couldn't get it up or down.
"But I have to LEAVE!" I cried in the privacy of my addled brain.
Eventually I succeeded in freeing the zipper.
There is a sore spot on the side of my finger from the ordeal.
I want to feel like a champ today.
I want to be less sorry all the time.
I want to live in a big house with my dearest friends.
Well, no, that's not true.
But I would like to live nearer to them.

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