19 March 2012
We are at the boring Science class. I can feel your eyes looking at me. I look at you and sometimes see -maybe imagine- you look somewhere else. It is so complicated. I am done with my work, so I turn it in and pass behind you. Like nothing is happening. Like I wasn't creating things in my head. I pretend there is nothing going on, but inside, I am dying to know if it is not just imagination.
Nothing Is Happening • Opuss № I