o26 || Voice
I like thunderstorms. I like the sound of them. I like that they are beautiful and dangerous.
But listening to them makes me sad, somehow.
[She laughs]
I think I've been reading too much poetry.
... The same poems. Over and over since I got them back.
[A pause]
I suppose there is enough empty space in the city, but I still wouldn't mind a roommate.
But listening to them makes me sad, somehow.
[She laughs]
I think I've been reading too much poetry.
... The same poems. Over and over since I got them back.
[A pause]
I suppose there is enough empty space in the city, but I still wouldn't mind a roommate.