I don’t feel like I’m anyone but a season, a colour, a thing or place. I can tell you that I am human, but I feel like winter. I can tell you that I am an ordinary woman, but I feel like a single car in an empty parking lot. I can tell you that I have a soul, but I feel like the colour grey.
I am but a simple theory in your head.
yep. and being the single car in a parking
ReplyDeletelot is getting so old for me.