Where I collect the found and the lost.
So much silence, and yet so very loud..I can try very hard and still hear us.
What pomp, what hoopla
Kicked off before I had a chance to walk..and you call this living?
Being always on display isn’t so bad…if it were always this dark outside.
See, I had made plans. Then, Things Happened.
It appeared that the tree was hiding behind the carpet. So we said, we will take it…just like that.
We stand here waiting to be clothed and waiting for our legs. Look closely, our hands are asking…when?
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