4.02.12 bg2yx

You spend your entire life following the girls who giggle at everything, eyes dazzled by their sparkly dresses, or the boys punching each other lightly on the arms putting on stern faces when they talk about their girlfriends, or the intelligentia with their hands always clasping books or coffees, or even the super-rich whose noses dart around hoping to catch the scent of the newest pre-Cosmopolitan-published item. March solemnly in the throng of those crowds forever, but be aware that they never seem to arrive anywhere and no time is taken to be thankful for each other. bg2yx