there was this guy.
standing in front of me.
talking with me. touching me.
i was talking too. i talked.
i laughed. it felt real. real time.
i think it was some day dream.
i don't talk.
i am not the talky type of person.
what's this whole talk-thing about anyway.
i don't understand it.
never saw someone talk. just dreamt about something like this in my day dreams.
they used there mouth to let words out.
never understanding why would someone do this.
you can think. that's fucking enough.
YOU ARE READING
insomnia
Short Storysleepless nights and blurry visions. how am I supposed to count stars if the sky is empty?
