I had the strangest feeling, like someone was watching me.

It was like we shared one voice.

I called you but you weren't home.

My mother used to know someone with the same name.

My body seems to live its own life without me.

I used to have something the same color blue.

Why do we think the story is a mystery at heart?

Why do we think the heart a mystery?

Who shares one voice?

Why do you want more?

Why do we live? Why do we have to die?

I forgot to turn the calendar after Halloween.