Lean Off High Chairs.

"The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone."


I am a building.
Tall and strong in the sun,
Small and feeble in your shadow.
My organs live their own lives, slowly affecting each other as their individual pulses echo and collide in my veins.
My white-washed skin is worth the attention, mostly devoted to gleaming in every light.

I have my own reasons.
Ima building./



Red shag sweater on a heavy-chested woman. Perfectly suited. Dress up, dress down -too many naked eyes, too many naked gems.
Offensive oils in Lavender and Lilac. Purple scents for purple noses, snobbery all around.
Scribbles on our dear Blackboard's replacement, and trailing artistic minds. We're all eager to meet the future, everyone except the sidewalk chalk.
Close proximates and sun laden shields: a perfect recipe for early afternoon meltdowns.
Making up is taking off. Making on is taking down.
We're marking black eyes and worn out lips all around.

Snobby purple headaches, red feathered lint, kilometres clocked in brainwaves and blank stares all around.

Today we learnt about sharing, and why sometimes it simply isn't appropriate./