Stopped short of a small man that didn't notice that I hadn't noticed he was in front of me when I was too busy trying to read imaginary books that are more interesting than the people around me when my concentration is broken by a beautiful girl in an unironed dress that almost tripped on the heels of her own shoes hoping that noone saw her and compounding the problem by blushing a brighter scarlet than her crinkled atire that possibly is suppose to look like that but I think she wanted to do what she wanted rather than spend an hour iorning but our clothes don't aknowledge these freedoms and shoes spitefully play against the rhythm of our strides which will eventually fall together.
er:
that is a beautiful sentence.