i step on paths #
As the city burns and the trees decide to release their smell i follow her, what else have i to do? she is reflected in the rain, that has hit the floor. if i stop following her i will probably never see her again, i like that thought in my head. tonight at 9:30 will i like what i see? when i close my eyes i can see her eyes and smell the hair she has on the top of her brain container. Do i love her? i like me laptop……….
