krl1
In a park I sit watching the passers by considering their lives but why cant they take time to sit on a bench easy viewing but they have to answer their phones
I crossed the street by my mind followed the man on the park bench I imagined eventually he might go to a bus or start to walk somewhere but why what had he seen that made the park so much better.
I pulled away shocked at what I had done his fingers were still laced through mine before I jumped down to the floor. the top bunk the one we had watched movies on and I had just risked that all,