hubble bubble smoking trouble
the cafe was loud and cold with questionable looking christmas decoration (like a reindeer with a plastic bag over its head) that nobody had bothered to take down she taught me how to play dominoes and i taught her how to play chess the shisha guy stared over our shoulders as he replaced our ashen coal with toasty glowing cubes and would comment every now and then on our game strategy it was funny he decided we were good sports and gave us some riddles to ponder over and i actually solved one on my own i solved an arabic riddle it only took me thirteen years of making little to no effort to learn my mother...er father tongue everything other than that day in the cafe seems blurry i still talk to the ghosts who crop up every now and then i wonder if they think i'm a ghost (i'm talking about living humans who knew me years and years and hairstyles ago) a very pretty man creature asked me out one and a half times the first time i turned him down because he gave me no notice and i had a very pressing crochet project and a renewed sense of self to reckon with and the second time he didn't follow up (and neither did i) i think he was confused by my telling him he was pretty i studied art, prettiness is a matter of fact as far as i'm concerned it wasn't a compliment or an invitation or a comment on his character my fingers are cold and i only want to talk to m and k and cuddle the news is boring and mostly about giving an orange faced toddler too little or not enough credit and nothing in between aaaand i'm learning math it's magical and i don't want to die this is new old and new i feel as though i got lost running down a path in a hurry and now that i'm making my way back i can appreciate the scenery i missed most of all i can appreciate not being in a hurry |