New York State of... Okay! Let's keep moving -- Mind is truly fertile in slumber; dreams of hipsters wearing grey dresses, playing tambourine and flipping their a-gendered hair. It's all in the attitude -- silhouette of unfriendly swagga, never too keen to strangers. They whip their pencil, fold imaginary origami and watch them rain to the ground. -- So dreary, like Sunday, when you're playing between guilt, or just feeling good. I choose my good all the time; consistently un-present. That's where I mellow -- until I'm probed long enough to speak: maybe I will. ~ Jessica M. Wilson
Because it exists and so do I...