There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
I have the habit of observing people on the bus during long journeys. I see faces everyday, faces that tell a different story. The story of the mother and her child, the story of the elderly widow, the story of the stressful teen... stories that never end.
If you are wondering what this page is all about, I am as puzzled as you are. As I have said earlier, strange things do happen…
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