Looks: Orange Juice + a Poem

I wore an orange dress to have lunch with a friend at Cafe Intermezzo, lovingly referred to as Cafe, an adorable litle place near my home. I should've taken pictures of it there--next time, I will!

And here is a poem I wrote on a steering wheel:

Eighteen and a lost woman

The smell of almonds, coffee, and perfume

Smell of almonds--

"Just like if I died from cyanide,"

"What a delicious way to be found."