I'm the fly on the wall observing society.
My eyes were watching carefully. My breath was cold, I could see it fly into the air. I stood outside on the steps of my little house waiting for a change in scenery.
Her hair flew back into her face as the wind tried to whip it back in the other direction. She couldn’t look back. Not know. ONot never.
I can't sleep. To many things on my mind. Eating away at my sanity. Threatening my very self with illusions of what could be. Illusions of other things that no one ever thinks about. Too many things.
The last memory I had with you was a arguing over a song. And now your gone. And the song rips me to shreds every time I hear it.