blondpunkgirl

Today was such an odd day. I just didnt feel myself. I took a walk in my neighborhood and began to ponder and over-analyze my current mood.

I live in another world. I live in a place where most people go to 'get away' (see my new pics ). Believe it or not, the city is a place where I get away. I have vacationed in several cities in the last few years and I love it. For once I can't hear myself think (and for some odd reason the voice in my head kinda sounds like Vincent Price...should I be worried?

In the city I hear the sounds of movement. I catch bits and pieces of conversation that when pieced together tell a story that would only belong to Alice in Wonderland. I smell life. A baby's bottle, A coffee shop, a cigar, the scent of attractive womans perfume. In the city I am a stranger. Im not a neighbor who is part of the gossip. Not just the girl with all those crazy punk stickers all over Ol' Blue (my Buick).

But most of all, I feel not so alone (a familiar feeling these days). I realize there is so much more going on in the world than just what is in mine. And with that thought, I am humbled.