|Pierre Gringoire (a_tragic_end) wrote in undertherainbow,|
@ 2008-03-04 17:22:00
|Entry tags:||alexia winters, pierre gringoire|
I have been watching a little bird in a bare tree for two hours, and it has not moved. Perhaps it is sleeping. Peraps it is frozen. I am not certain.
I have grown tired of looking at dead things. Can anyone direct me to a coffeehouse that is not filled with excessively snobby people trying very hard to immitate statues with drinks and papers, all accomplishing less in five hours than I could sneeze onto a journal page?
Alas, it seems there are no gypsies in this city. Or they hide well. I miss them.