All in SEPT. 2018 (V.I V.VI)


I can’t help but notice. It’s just me and her and cold grey rain; her emotion reflects what’s outside. She’s crying. I can tell because my car is a little higher than hers, so I can watch her without being too obvious.


It all started when I was young and afraid of everything. So afraid, I would blame that book I left crooked on my desk for my test not going well later, or for losing my lunch money and making my mom mad.