In your mind

ann, my name .. followed by a poem told from watching the frogs jump for hours.

As always, it was dad who says the poem and i listen by the fire place , curious eyes peering at the poet and the fire alternatively.

It was supposed to be like this for an undefined amount of time. With characters in and out of life and choices that must be made.

But it's not like this anymore, although I have choices among beings with no choice.

I could call them humans .. hadn't it been for the fact that, they no longer had brains of their own.

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