They speak another language. I speak their language. I am from an other country. But I am here. I live here. I live in this moment. I am here. I AM!
My own waggling fingers are so alien to me. I wonder if I tell enough people that my stories will be famous that they will believe me. I wonder if I will believe me. The raindrops fall on my face - they know me better than I do.
I hope you'll call me in the morning.
Maybe you'll be the one to wake me up.
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