Rowie
She sat there staring. Blankly. There was nothing to think about, there was no point. She stood up, carefully, she sat back down. She stalled. She stewed. She thought. All is lost, except she forgot she wrote it last week.
Before therer is a moment where everything is seperate, you choose to leave this standing you choose to leave me out, so please please lets shake it up and argue ytil our lungs give out this is what it is all about I'm not okay with just sitting back. How we left is not fine.
Because I am living I am always forgetting, I am always learning I am always being I am always eating always sleeping always confusing always distracted always arkward always evil I am always all of these things until I am not. I am living so I am never completely lost.