Hm — From the notebooks
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
This was supposed to be my world, I just…
I wish the cries of happiness wouldn’t come as first thought to you
But I can’t change you.
I’m Sorry.
I wish the last thing I said to you would change your mind about the future of us
But I can’t change the past.
I used to think life was open to possibilities that yes,
The future can be controlled,
But I didn’t make the stars, moons or plants
And I’m sorry.
What is me,
Can you see me,
Hello?!
Written by Vincent Enrico Magnani
Author notes: 52 seconds in one draft
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