Sanctuary River

She worked in the hangout district with all of the other Trustafarians. Hell bent on making the world a numb place to live in, she set the gearshift in her mind to neutral. Her idle ways stank of leftover salmon and day old custard. Not knowing how to act socially or professionally, she danced through life on the claws of a scorpion – it was this dance that eventually lead her to the halfwit, Malcolm. Together they felt unstoppable. The reality was they were lost puppies in a desert of loneliness. Their only oasis was the corner 7eleven. This sanctuary was not unlike their love - unsatisfying, fluorescently lit and more often than not, a mirage.