To the random man,
Remember when it a month passed and I didn't know your name, and you with mine but we talked endlessly and you were so uptight (I called you that) but it was fine.
YOU ARE READING
Random Letters
RandomI couldn't say that what I write is real. Sometimes they are, sometimes they just aren't. The random letters became the purest of me. The rawest of my thoughts put into words for people that may be real, or an imagination of this creative mind.
