Trust me, I've seen it all
I'm basically used to the weird thoughts.
But nothing could prepare me for him.
I can't even describe him properly. He's like a fading memory.
I didn't know him, but he knew me.
He asked me my name.
I told him my name.
Anytime I have these experiences, I always look forward to when I can get out.
But I found myself wanting to stay.
Then I was forcefully dragged out.
