I missed my Earl Grey.

It's another one of those days where I play pretend and walk crowded streets and night markets as if I am unfamiliar to the street signs, the lamp posts, and the lefts and rights the way I play pretend that I don't know any of the lines on your palms and the veins on your hands. But I know them all and I just love the idea that I could be lost and you'd come to find me.