Sep 2014
"It's time,"
Said he, the suited man,
though not its occasion or its purpose.
I made my way down obediently,
as my silent protests did to the floor,
And as I took his hand, he disappeared.
Said he, the suited man,
though not its occasion or its purpose.
I made my way down obediently,
as my silent protests did to the floor,
And as I took his hand, he disappeared.
- the scribble on my trigonometry textbook, next to a tear stain and red pen marks
