Random
This is transcribed from a random piece of paper found in my room while cleaning. I don’t know when I wrote this or what prompted it. Words in [] are what they paper looks like but I have no idea what I was saying.
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I woke this morning. I heard the noise of the sound. I heard where I was a week ago. It didn’t occur to me to shed tears. But at some point it was clear I knew that I would cry. I knew that I would lose. It was a long time before I knew who but it wasn’t long before I saw the walking dead. I tried to cry, I tried to feel. But in reality that wasn’t enough. There was nothing, There was everything. My eyes leaked, I cried, but that didn’t bring my friends back though. They were [fort] even [laf]. I remember the various women who were not there during the night. All who move them. We people who could be dead with the tears and [erultathees]. So many names. So many loves… So many hearts. All I see (by chance) is those who I won’t see tomorrow.