
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