flannery

I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally. I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate, the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be anything I hate. You smile, mention something that you like, how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like.

So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files you must follow, leave this academic factory you will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine. Its mine, Yes its mine.