The Biggest Jigsaw
This umbilicus between contemplation and action is so havoced by grey that the stage we play on should never torture boredom but i find myself living mere moments that if they were all jig sawed together would maybe equal one day in a year of damp I slither from non-care to care-most and somehow, unconsciously, persuade friendships from this maze that are more somnambulism than the conquering of loneliness and the fetid that accompanies it I give to them a part of me that they like more than not but … Continue reading →