A depate going on in me.

A face at the idea.

A woman.


As if she had known this for years.


I shall move,

trust me.

A dog is not a wolf.

I can't play a golf.

But I'm suprised that I am good enough.


Naturally shy does it when people are away.

No skills.

Who says who has?


It wakened a slow.

The glass drops makes an awful noise.

The anger rushes back at me.

I can.

That voice powers my batteries.