“This is the second time I’m finding you here with a book.. are you a writer?” he asks above me.
“No. I am not a writer. I don’t write I just read. I am a consumer not a a producer. I tell her.
“Interesting. I would have thought you write. You have those eyes. Eyes that have seen her own fair share of what life is all about.” he says with a small smile.
I want to say the same thing about him. His eyes look so aged and tired. Looking at his face now it is showing that he has seen even worse s**t. There are some things no human being should see or be subjected to. It f***s with how you think, it f***s with how you see the world and then there is nothing that can take the memories of what you see away.
There are evils in the this world that no human being should have to see in this life t
