Day 217: Prose: Lonesome Shopping.
I prefer the nights when I shop on my own.
When I can feel like no one watches me.
The humidity can fuck up my hair
And the sweat can leave marks on my shirt.
But who the fuck cares.
I can pick up the most embarrassing CDs
And still feel human.
I can wander in circles without anyone asking when we’ll be done.
I used to be too afraid to go out on my own.
Until I realized it’s better that way.
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