All my thoughts are winding

If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There's a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and... Continue Reading →

So Long

We've been in this maze for so long But we are not lost Life is long and the maze is winding The goal's not the end It's the route you take to reach it. I'd been walking alone for so long I was not lonely Others beckoned me to follow them Their paths unenticing Until... Continue Reading →

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