I have only one question.
What do you love about yourself?
Your first response: A sigh
What do you love about yourself?
I thought you came up blank once again, though with a stutter you said,"I love these dark brown eyes."
My, how lovely—the second one finally found a sentence to collide!
What do you love about yourself?
"I love that I have a heart to offer and that I do so freely with no restraints."
You're not halfway through, but you're already worried you won't have enough words.
What do you love about yourself?
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"No, because do I really have to do this?"
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Now you seethe with burning anger from the nonstop riddles I hurled (as you called them). And maybe I'll keep asking till you only have burning answers for me to give (my dear, I won't ever leave).
Exhibit #3: What if our souls one day went out of our bodies to ask?
YOU ARE READING
a collection of odd stories in jane doe's head
PoetryWhat of life? What of death? Here we have an unnamed character swallowing different kinds of worlds through her imagination. One question rises in her head, then another. It's quite a tale, isn't it? None like no other.
