I write because I need to · 7:16pm Mar 15th, 2019
Do they feel? Do they understand? I think they do. I know they do. He wants to move on, but I’m not done. We’re not done. Not yet. Soon. Soon, I tell you. I tell him, too. Them. They all want it. But the story needs to be told. It screams to be told. Whispers. Not real ones, I know. And it all started with a combination of Pickles and Milk.
Free me.
-M