The Anomaly of the Blue Suit

Speaking as if I am the words. Knowing as if I even cared. You wear me. I glide against your smooth skin every single second of every single minute of every single hour. It was love at first sight. I had you eating out the palm of my hands. You'd love to hate me but I'd love to hate me too. People look and stare. They are jealous of I. I make you who you are. Without me, you'd be nothing but another pretty face. Without me, you'd be nothing. I made you and I can take it all away with just one loose string and I'm done, I'm gone. You'll never see the last of me. You never had me. You take me off and throw me on the "other blue" chair next to the "other blue" suit. I hate you. You forget me. Tisk tisk, what do we have here. I've gotten all dirty laying here getting filthy. I've been here for days yet you've haven't even touched me. You forgot me.

I never liked the suit. My mom gave it to me and I only wore it once. The only good I'd get out of that blue suit would be burning it and having it's warmth warm me up, and put a smile on my face.

I'll be going out of town Saturday for about two weeks for a group class project involving the homeless in select cities. We've been working on this for a long time and I can't wait for it to be over. It's a good study but it just gets depressing to see all the families living on the street.



Don't worry, he won't hurt you.