Monday, August 13, 2012

Willy-Nilly

Wading through wet snow,
an audible squishiness
beneath my feet, I
contemplate the

willy-nilly nature
of things, while refusing
to think thinking is the
cause of my existence.

I turn my attention
to a window behind
which nothing will
happen (the man who

lives there doesn't
know he exists).

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