The Lonely Heart's Writing: Open Your Eyes

I grabbed a book on how to write better poetry, and started flipping through it. I sipped at the warm drink from Starbucks as I started looking through another writing book. This one was actually pretty good, very informative. "You write too? ... We called your hotel and asked to be put through to your parents. Your mother told us where you'd be." If this is what I think this is, this cannot be real. I shook my head a bit at the oddness of that thought. "Well, here I am. ...