Overshadowing at 100 East
This is the part where I say all that I have. where you look at me and ask the question that has been on everyone's mind. a simple smile takes the place of your expressionless face. when we walked down the street, no one was looking. did this seem too quick? I never bothered to ask. whether or not it did is still anyone's guess. let me in, push me out. a very strange conversation. how did life hand us this?
