ashley pinto

He looked at me and said, Natalie,
and then tapped his two fingers against the front of his bald black head and said,
find a place in here, where you can sleep
that’s what I wanted to do so badly
Sleep.
And forget everything
I wished so many times my memory would fail me
But she never did
She just kept storing pictures and sounds and smells
Painful places
And everytime a strip had been torn off my heart and never returned,
Left for dead in the wayside
She remembered

So repeat the phrase
Ive seen harder days
So this should be ok