[Where I just wrote out random, disjointed sentences directed to me by my brain. So what do these say about me?]
Wait a minute, so what is that in the sky?
Well, I just woke up in the morning and saw it.
Where are you going later, again?
I don’t really know but if it’s all they’ve got…
I went there yesterday— it was all gone.
I looked into the glass of water; was it you that I saw?
Why do you think she left then?
Did anyone of you leave this place at any point in time?
Why do I feel this sudden, sharp ache when I tip my elbow over like this all the time?
I was looking at the screen— the paint stain irritated me.
I was looking down from the edge; was that you?
I walked home the other day.
It was raining.