pseudo-emotions
green bomber jacket you make your way through the crowd wide smile plastered on your well chiseled face it's like in the movies where music plays in the background you hair suddenly coordinating well with the wind which didn't exist a minute ago you walk towards her eyes widening she's screaming within her suddenly narrow throat she smiles too, the day's getting better then you nod at her and walk past her into the arms of another she donned pink and held your heart in her tiny little hands oh the things you do