It's a nice place, my school. It began to feel familiar, like a place I'd look back to and remember. Only now have I known that this is where I'm meant to be. This city is definitely much better than it was a month ago. Must be the weather.
I was driving the other day, going to my cousin's house. I like going there. They're like my second family. Anyway, I parked by my cousin's place. I saw this 50 year old man, he looked disabled, something with his hands. All I know is, he had two children walking behind him, I'm guessing they were his kids. I was glad to see them. No reason.
I wish I was better, don't we all? I wish I could be perfect. Not perfect, because I think it's not real or possible but I wish I could be perfect enough. I wish I didn't make mistakes. Someone means the world to me and deserves better than my imperfections.
No, I'm not about to start a love story. I'm just saying. I wish I was perfect enough.
I'm thinking to go to rainbow street today. It's a street on the way to downtown. It's calm and nice at this time. I got my new camera so I'll take pictures. I'll probably find an old man sitting on a bench next to a dry tree, or two lovers standing on the sidewalk. I might find anything. Who knows. I'll go.