A Walk Home

Walking home after a long day.
No, today a taxi just won't do.
Hoodie on.
Earphones on blast.
Head bowed
No, I'm not in the mood to talk to anybody.
Just me and my thoughts
And of course the music making its way from my eardrums to my veins.
Looking at my sneakers and the prints we make on the sand.
Catching glimpses of myself in storefront windows.
Lingering stares from everybody as I walk past.

I come to this sudden realisation


I look fucking good!!