June 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
Are they always uncomfortable? Is there a time, that once passed you know you shall never have answers? I walked around our suburb today, looking for a crate. I stopped and watched two young people painting the facade of a garage. The boy said he liked my tattoo. Then they asked ‘can you think of a saying’ – I wasn’t sure what they meant. He said ‘Well a nice saying, like something Gandhi would say, something that would be true to this area.’ I said I wasn’t sure. Then I walked away. After this time I noticed my jumper was on inside out.