I swiftly opened my soul to her and told her that sometimes I feel like the conduit placed here to absorb everything around us and condense it down into its most simple of forms,
grammatically.
So I wrote.
I explained to her that no one had ever asked me to do this work and that I do it voluntarily for some strange reason I don’t even understand. She then proceeded to force me into scripting this short-right-handed story of one life in motion.
So I wrote.
“I used to feel important until she broke me down. Now, I sometimes imagine myself as the evil antagonist in her separate life story; arguing with her many shadows under the brightest of sunlight”.
