I do not like breathing with my mouth open.I do not like to talk much.I feel everyone would be able to smell the things decaying inside of me and I would give off the horrible smell I get.Maybe my mind is more of a graveyard than my body is…..
”You want mint?” you asked with glossy eyes that could fill empty people like me with dreams.
I nodded because I did not want you to die of the horrendous smell.
And as I tasted the fresh mint tingling my tongue I knew….I just knew I had found my freshness maybe in the shiny greenish blue mint box that you were holding that I could have bought anyways…or maybe in you
