Chipped nail polish
Uncombed hair, tied back by a make-shift hair band
Headache
Mismatched clothing, simply picked up from the floor and thrown on
Open notebook
The pen I’m holding is one of those that feels good in my hand
Easy to write with
There is not even a choice – I have to use it!
This is who I am
And what I am

Good……………bad?

Headache still present
Laptop open
Searching
Trying to pick a future for myself
How do people do this?
There is a sadness and a desperation inside of me
Can you feel it? See it? Read it?

Pen meets paper
Paper absorbs, swallows, listens
Pen flies
Tears are falling