DAY 87

Marooned with you. Ok, maybe not marooned. Passing through with you. Years melted in as you recounted. I think. Will mine be as good? I'm already tired of hearing them. Must make some more. Marooned with you. Oh right, not marooned. Stopping for the night. Yellow street lamps. Breath in the air. The smell was so strong, I thought it chemical. Nope. Just not used to this. I'm learning how to breathe again. I learned too early and forgot too late. Just because she isn't dumb, doesn't mean she's smart. Smile and sleep well. I wrote something down. But too shy today to share. I'm sorry. Maybe soon. Marooned with you. Yes, marooned. Please. Thank you.