19:21: Sour all round
A snack on the train takes away the pain,
I shall repeat this each time I place a sour green grape into my mouth. A sour green grape that is suspiciously soft… A suspiciously soft sour grape.
I’m conscious these have to keeping me going through the entire journey. I don’t think one small pot of suspiciously sour green grapes is going to be enough for one notoriously noisy nuisance of a journey.
I’ll take it slow. Using my front teeth pierce into the skin. To peel back the outside and reveal the confusingly cold curvaceous interior. The confusingly cold curvaceous interior of the suspiciously soft sour grape is making my notoriously noisy nuisance of a journey sour.
Is my mood sour like my grape, or is my grape sour like my mood?
