After having a few drinks with my boyfriend, we were leaving the bar to go home for the night. I looked down and saw a folded piece of paper being picked up and set down by the wind. I went over to pick it up and unfolded it. It looked as though someone ripped it from a notebook. It reads:
“The Creationist”
Life is my creation. It’s my best friend.
Imagination is my defense.
I’ll keep walking when the skys are grey.
Because whatever happens was meant that way.
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