What's at the renegade craft fair? Buttons.

I feel as if I'm in a novel. I've read this novel long ago. I imagined it perfectly in my mind. I lay my head on your neck and see a flash image of this long forgotten world in my mind. Everything around me stops. The world comes to a halt.

I walk down the street unsure whose footsteps I feel beneath me. The soft wind blows in a dark but starless sky.

I walk out of the subway into a dark park slope. Midnight came and went long ago. Behind me I hear tears I can no longer tend to. A longed for eternal hug overwhelms me.

I am emotionless this day. I walked in an empty public pool with crafty people. I tasted new flavors that have addicted me. I remembered who my soul would never let me forget to be.

I've never seen such a crafty skirt.