Where Are They?
I’m standing in the middle of the road on the double yellow line at the five mile marker made from a question mark holding a gun to my head. Where…
I Am In A Box
I’m staring at the ceiling. I’m lying in a box, but it is also like being in a cage. I think I’m supposed to sleep here, but I’m not tired.…
I Was Being Passed Around And Around The Room From Person To Person
The room was a mosh pit of friendly hands reaching out to hold me. From the oldest to the youngest, I was there for some sort of celebration. Every now…