Rambling
how did he become her consciousness?
and why am i speaking in third person?
and why did he catch every raindrop from hitting me before opening this umbrella?
and why am i speaking in third person?
why do I still have this broken umbrella?
and why did he let me ramble on and on..and on and on..?
i jumped on the next flight to L.A.X, looking for answers...
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2017
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