So while I am working on my poetry book, I am also working on another book, here's the Prologue, Let me know if it sounds like something you'd ever read?
When I was younger, I used to think about how life would be when I'm older.
Would I be living in a mansion or in an apartment? Maybe a small studio in California? Or maybe a small house in the middle of nowhere...
but no matter where I was, I knew I'd be happy surrounded by people and things I love.
But not in a million years would I think that I would live in a world with corpses walking around and I wouldn't ever think of house jumping either.
I guess you might be wondering what I mean by corpses, a month ago, I'd be wondering too. At least there's no school anymore, and I don't have to go to a boring old job at all.