"How's it goin'?" he asked, after staring at me, and folding his arms to exactly imitate me.
"Goin' great." I answered evenly, finding the opposite wall quite interesting.
"What's up?" he persisted, as if my doings in the fish market were the most interesting thing he could hear about.
"Not much. Just looking around. That's my dad back there." I said, smiling slightly.
"Oh, how's it going." he said to no one in particular. "So, are you from around here? From Seattle?"
"No, actually, I'm not."
"Where are you from?"
"Somewhere." I said very confidentially. He laughed. "Somewhere! I see."
He stood there, looking at me for a while longer, while I discovered the art of other-people-watching. After a bit, he straightened, and said "Well, you have fun."
"Thankyou, I will I'm sure." I called, giving him the full benefit of my smile. Inside I sighed. I had wanted to flirt so badly.

Sadness.
A drifting, clinging thing.
Born
to take your
Heart
and hold it,
to take your
Heart
and break it,
to softly stroke then
Crush it,
And leave you without
Breath...

Hey world! I've been gone a long time, and when I came back, I decided that I absolutely despised that old look. So, here's the new blog of Charisa! Tell me what you think. I'm not sure everything's working correctly, like the comments (which I guess could be a problem if you want to say something). the giant tortoise has no special application or signifigance to my life. I just thought it would be a funky title. Soooo, I'll post more in a smidge...