The bleak walls sing back to me...i won’t dare to answer my own question, for who am i to be optimistic, pessimistic, who am i to be anyone? I dare to question myself, for i fear i will lose me as a companion.
i’ve had the urge to write my thoughts upon these walls, to maybe give myself some sense of adventure. maybe i could leave a trace, i’m not so sure i am that important. i dream only of insignificance...i wish i had a quarter, i dreamt i lost a quarter in a gum ball machine, i really wanted a green one.
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