drabble babble, let's play some scrabble.

ignorance is bliss, who wants to hear about horrible histories, instead we retreat and read murder mysteries, paperbacks with worn out spines, i struggle to colour inside the lines, count my steps on the sidewalk, don't step on the cracks, here we call them footpaths, sometimes they are pavements, initials carved in wet concrete, i see them as history in the making. watch where you put your feet, if you stare me down i might admit defeat, i stole his hat, he initiated a trade, we had a nice chat, all my friends are fair game. i will call you on foul play, let's seize the day, please don't go away. don't you forget about me, i'll be fairy dancing like devendra in the front row, trapped in a red-drape cage, we fangirled across the stage and fanned ourselves in the hot winter night, ran to catch the tram, some angels slowed it down. the fries were cold, the jam too sweet, but that pint-sized night was oh-so just right.