• bluerikshaw 10w


    Whilst I sit at a Starbucks, sipping my over priced, yet delicious coffee, shivering under the air conditioning on a hot summer day, l envision away my dream life at 8:30 am on a Friday morning. My blazer covers my insecurities and my earphones abandon my loneliness in this hoolaloop of the living, trying so hard to keep the loop on my waist, I spin and twirl only to see it slipping down my thick thighs, lifeless and dead.