10Somewhere Else
Sometimes I still imagine it. A city after rain. A window left open. A street no one from my past has ever walked. And me, somewhere inside it, no longer rehearsing who I am allowed to be.
Sometimes I still imagine it. A city after rain. A window left open. A street no one from my past has ever walked. And me, somewhere inside it, no longer rehearsing who I am allowed to be.
