Jogging is not a fast way to travel the world.
As I sit here I am even slower.
Why park so close when so much space, are we in this morning together?
I fear I will lose my tooth like my father and be deaf, while cyclists cycle passed not knowing.
Tea sounds a good idea, or another coffee from the cafe, addiction “c” of three.
I was a scumbag once, mainly good, wanting pleasure like a child.
She turns her head as you stared with 20 minutes to fear.