Monday, 1 March 2010

Tube Monday

Your breath carries that scent of coffee. Reminding me of that same routine. She looks rough, worn. I wonder how demanding her job is? This is now the third time you stepped on my feet with no form of an apology, guessed we were raised differently? Or the suit you're wearing determines my status in your eye? Only you will know.

Excuse me *thank you*

Excuse me * fool*

seems as if you hear me when you want to. Frustrate me, chancing whether your ears should hear what I have to say..

Tube monday.