I'm not sure what crazy means. I know that I am not it.
Everybody everywhere always says that they would never guess about California and my mom and my hospital.
Even though I don't tell everybody everywhere.
They say I have "my head screwed on striaight."
That's good.
But then I don't know how it is that the stories find their way out of my brain. Why don't they just stay put? Why do they have to come spilling out of my head and onto my fingers?
Normal people don't have this problem.
Maybe it is just all of the crazy trying to escape.
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