I had the strangest feeling, like someone was watching me.
It was like we shared one voice.
I called you but you weren't home.
My mother used to know someone with the same name.
My body seems to live its own life without me.
I used to have something the same color blue.
Why do we think the story is a mystery at heart?
Why do we think the heart a mystery?
Who shares one voice?
Why do you want more?
Why do we live? Why do we have to die?
I forgot to turn the calendar after Halloween.