Where do we go when the echos leave the halls; When the chalk leaves the sidewalk. When the leaves stop whistling in the wind? Emptiness fills a void we don’t even know was there. Full of apathy, lacking empathy, we don’t care. We have cared too much and too long about the obsolete That the…
Tag: games
Boredom Strikes Again!
After finishing decorating the lair, there isn’t many more projects I can do bedside. Diego came over yesterday and hung my twinkly lights, which was quite the task. I helped him by handing him thumb tacks and the “smacker”, which was a wooden level that my grandmother had in her belongings before she passed away…
