public buses. public eyes on public people.
a group of kids got on the bus. they were not like the other kids. they were kids ppl would usually call handicapped. one sat beside me, ten more surround me.
these are beautiful people, kids rather. simple minds, i adore them. one girl looked at the bus driver and said "no money no money". she hid her eyes behind a red fisherman's hat. she took it off as soon as she sat down. angels
a part of me thinks i hate the fact that i do not love myself. tt i complain too much too soon over irrelevant things. some things important than most, often neglected, often overlooked.