Then I stop.
I’m rooted to the spot, my mind empty, my blood freezing in my veins.
And I’m staring at me.
It’s definitely me . . . just nineteen years from now.
Then I stop.
I’m rooted to the spot, my mind empty, my blood freezing in my veins.
And I’m staring at me.
It’s definitely me . . . just nineteen years from now.