Words. Words do not escape. They sit inside, all bottled up in a mish mash of confusion.
Stew. They marinade inside while life outside goes on like nothing is there.
Outlet. They need an outlet. Like an electric current, potential at the wall.
But it’s not to be. They...
If I could be a lobster. I’d be the most delicious lobster.
I’m smart, I see what happens. Through my mind’s antennae, I can see the future.
A future where I get to be someone’s dinner. I was going to be lunch, but I had grander plans.
The red / yellow combo buoys...
Charles walked to the gate where his dog waited for him after school. But today, Charlie was not there. This upset Charles as he did not know where Charlie could be. It made no sense. Charlie was always there.
Always stopped today.