I don’t know if these lyrics were written for me or if I’ve been written from them.
JENNY
First angle.You were barefoot.They held a gun.You held a knife. Not even.You kept walking.They fired.You died.
Sent to friends asking what to do in NYC. Specially good on rainy days.
Someone passed through my life and touched it ever so slightly. She created a new tangent line that forever change my path. And she left us…
On the way to the bus, I passed it. It was left on the curb. I was mesmerized by its curvy feet. I wondered about who sat at it once, but mostly…
I cracked it’s spine. A brand new volume of words as infinite as seas. I drowned as the sun rised, gasping for more.