The voices knew who wrote the fortune.
My eyes never dared to wink
Anymore. I glare passed my tiny pink
Umbrella on the pass stand. I tried to stay hidden
As I watched the gigantic chair umbrella pattern
Move in sync with the wind and waves. I blinked
Went sand blew in my sea-green eyes as I reasoned
With the voices. Focus closely to the scene, okay?
The chairs looked superfluously enormous
In the sunlight. I quickly looked away.
A pretty blonde girl, an ex best friend, noticed my cautious
Sea green eyes watching her giggle and play
With her tight ponytail. I feel nauseous.
