I had a dream. It was snowing. I was catching flakes on my tongue.
Somone told me it was poisonous. I opened my mouth wider and tried harder to catch them.
No one stopped me.
I love my subconcious. I really do.
I wonder if that's really how little people would care.
I hate the snow
ReplyDeleteyou should have listened to her
I love the snow.
DeleteI probably should have, but I didn't.