Got on a bus today. To where the buildings and people ceased to stimulate my memory. To where I am barely recognisable even though I was born and raised in there. In good shape physically... Maybe to hide what's crumbling underneath the ironed shirt and perfume. Being shook by sad news I was supposed to know earlier... I didn't... How could I... But still I am apparently being held responsible.
Pointed fingers and running mouths... Here and there rumours spread and all of a sudden you discover that you're the perfect hanger some used for...
