One evening it was there, listening to my woes and being the secret epicenter of my wild treehouse fantasies, and the next morning it wasn't there anymore. I'd lost my poetic inspiration along with my memories of a not-so-real fantasy of building lego houses. //caption// I've always liked drizzling rain. I've liked bus rides in drizzling rains, more. When the light drizzling gave way to full blown spells, I shut down my window. And the glass to that window, was tainted green. Rather unusual, you see. Watching the city go by, all in shades of green. It was amusing. Such sultry looks, looking their sultriest ever when tainted green, piercing my soul from the stillness of those advertisements.
