Wandering thoughts.

We see things happen that often make us laugh, like someone we know getting into trouble; “Oh he stepped on a banana peel and fell” Or “He stepped on shit” It’s not always stepping on something, falling, hurting ourselves, falling sick, sometimes even death is a laughed at. Why do we do that? Why do … Continue reading Wandering thoughts.

Pain.

I won't tell you it's gonna be okay; I can't ask you to move on. All I can do is sit here, right here and share silence. What you have is what can't be shared; the pain. I'll let you suffer and that's all I've got to offer.

Where?

Where's the pie, child? Tell me, don't hide your fingers C'mon, look me in the eye! What's that around your mouth? Something sweet, Is that cream? What's with that slouch? Ye shall be punished For your lies, now follow me I'll show you where more lies Tell me, child, Where's the pie?