Untitled(do you want to know when i killed her? it was a day when the day changes.)

it’s a hundred degrees out. tomorrow it’s supposed to get cooler according to this tall woman with tasteful glasses. this black woman is huge.my friend wasn’t who i thought he was. he was someone else. he changed.i don’t think anyone changes. he was changing when i met him. i thought he was the person he was before the change. i’m not sure i knew who that person was either. i have felt changes in myself but i’m not sure that i was another person after them.i s