Alone, I wandered through the narrow and cobbled streets feeling like a cloud floating aimlessly in the summer sky. Cherry drops and blue soap; I had slipped away from the others to clear my head, but thoughts seemed to pop here and there like mosquitos, and I couldn't hold onto any for long enough to dwell on them. Ice cream and jelly. I ran my hand through my hair, almost pleased with the tangled, greasy texture that greeted my fingertips.
Why is everything so fluffy?
The street seemed to shine like white gold, and in my head it resembled the shimmering ocean on a stormy day. If only to drift away and be carefree again. If only to taste t
