I need to write this on my website, but I'll just have fun jotting it down and go to bed, soon.
I was at the mall, and there was this girl who was thin but like kinda bone hard yet supple and soft being carried by a hefty lady with a few kids around her. The girl had a big bow and ponytail. Her hair was soft light blonde|brown. I got this emotion from seeing it. I was at a mall far from where I lived. I wish I still thought of it. I should have wrote it in a blog. She was so smooth and long. This was before things seemed almost magic because so many people were around me I thought like part of an experiment with me, like everywhere I went, even in hotels. Like, many people and sometimes all of them. Often I thought it was all of them, and it tired me out. Well, the lady was like switching her from one side to another. It was kinda pristine. Yes, when I see these people, I literally think the message is I'm certain people or have a certain position in the scene. However, it doesn't really feel like it's me. I just like to imagine I'm using the situation, really. It's hard for me to feel that way. I hope I did a good job of describing it.