With self proclaimed elegance, the doors to Russia opened before me. I declined. My visit would have but only one purpose, and there are so many who can fulfill the task better then me.
With whispers, a path to Mexico rubbed shoulders with me. I was not enticed. I have insecurities of my own.
Music escaping from headphones invited me to the islands. I passed up. One day a year is enough for me.
Head coverings and dark skin offered the Middle East. I remained indifferent. There is no love lost and we know it.
Dizzied, I embraced the numbers. I preferred future over present
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