"I like sleeves". She said, smiling.
She plays, she plays. She plays so much that she gets lost. She ends...
Where? She doesn't remember.
There was stories and tales.
She used to love see by other one's
eyes, other places,
She used to love find memories,
and remembrances, she used to love treasure them,
Like she was keeping an album
Of hopes, words.
But she could never touch them.