first words are success
pretty apparent from the fancy shoes
and the fake smiles.
phone glued to face,"laskdfj;asldkjfholdonfortwosecondsk?"
triple tall
sugar free vanilla
breve
no foam
latte
you?no please.
Me? a smile and a thank you.
overhearing conversations
and their translation:
i make a ton of money,
i started at the bottom and
now im at the top of it all.
(if by all you mean money)
i have the fancy dresses and
the perfect hairdo.
my version:
why? i dont understand why the first words should be about the success of how much money we make or the productivity that our lives have come up with. hard work intitles you to be arrogant? i guess so. there has got to be more. what do you believe and live for? what will you do when it all falls apart? because eventually it will and all you will be standing there with is yourself.
i have little to no money at all. i dont make much money, and what i do make i dont bother saving because.. i dont really care that much about it. i have a little room in my parent's house, with things leaning against every wall because i cant ever throw things away that a piece of me is a part of. a mirror that only reflects my feet to my knees, photographs spilled all over the place, a ton of home made things that are the product of my inspired moments. antique furniture that ive had all my life, a huge pile of my favorite, overworn clothing that i just washed for the first time in weeks. 7 bottles of half drinken water, and music blasting from the speakers of my stereo. i have a car parked outside my window that has squeeky wheels and check engine light that illuminates everyday. a few lenses and a camera in a homemade camera bag. globes and maps that remind me of where i will go someday. photobooths of best friends and lovers. i have a braclet on my wrist from a great friend and freshly cut fingernails.
i dont want to live for myself. it seems so pointless. i rather just know who i am and what i believe...and know other people and who they are. not 'what do you do, how are you doing in your attempts to wealth and beauty'.
i wish i was having a conversation with someone over overly sweet strong iced coffee.
"make it count for something or else its all for nothing".
