TinyCactusWriting
All those times I met his eyes,
Were the eyes i saw him with not really mine?
Were they stolen or given,
Did they even exist before I woke up?
I ponder these questions and more every day, but I get no answer
Suicide notes written but not delivered, not serving their purpose.
Just like me.
All the noises sound different.
The police just stopped in front of somebody's house.
I finally realize why they're being so nice.
So this is an idea that i want to make into another book