Dandelions
Ruth B.
elevator going down stairs going up feeling shy and walking slow around a little much i was thinking about you today something to do with the reason that you never say what's keeping you there's a car in the street passenger seat covered in magazines happy to be sitting here endlessly in front of the heat blowing out of the thing pointed at me maybe i said something wrong it's not surprise it was circling my mind so long tears in my eyes there was broken window but i don't remember why hope you find a time to let it out don't wanna pry