lightly sipping a drink and the red Goo is very disgusting. one step after the other, the wind blowing all about. a shiver, but it's not very cold. you lightly touch my stomach, i remember those moments. i'm trying to explain why i cant celebrate my birthday, i think you're really listening. one step after the other, press the button then walk across the street. tresses of brown hair falling across my face. wind. i love it. almost six o'clock and the sun is going down. the only good time to walk home. parks make me happy. open fields make me happy. walking alone with him makes me happy. a lot of things that dont happen much make me happy. but that tends to be how it works. that's ok. but how do i tell him that?