hana
I walked in to the post office and stuck the bill into the machine. It shoved it right back out. "Shit!" I muttered. I shoved the bill into the slot one more time and cursed again when it spat the money back at me. "I just need some goddamned stamps!" I cried to no one in particular.
like a flame that grew from my heart, i couldn't look away and i couldn't stop the screaming, pounding in my head. his eyes. the passion was more of an immense concrete stigma than the emotion that kept bubbling up inside of me, fighting its way out.