Knife that I'm staring at.
Hair falling in my eyes.
An assortment of objects on my desk that I'm going to look at for fun.
Christmas ornaments surrounding me.
Waiting only for one.
Your input.
Tell me.
Where do you want me to go?
It is all just a piece of data,
and it all falls down from the shelf I place it on.
I wish I could come back to it another time,
but it's lost in an abyss of paper.
An abyss in my mind
Unfilled by the hands who ran over it.
YOU ARE READING
Follow Me
Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
