I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories