Ever-evolving writer.
Fascinated by the arts, in all of its forms.
Singer.
Sometimes I juggle, too.
July 24th, 2043 My head is aching from clenching my jaw so tightly at night, waiting for an answer to this seemingly endless hell. As I look out the dusty window onto the empty boulevard, I recall how busy it used to get when students would walk to their 8 am classes, when suited businessmen headed toward their next bountiful paychecks, and when cab drivers seemed to always know where they were going, even when they didn’t.
By liliane3 years ago in Fiction
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