Visitor…
Story by Jiblits on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Spinning in place, mentally fallen down
Internally, the physical outside doesn’t match a mental frown
The smile is somewhat twisted, to those who see passed the eyes reflecting a nice situation
What lay further is made of truth, beyond possible hesitation
Here I am, again, like a new record broken
Reliving delusions for what wasn’t spoken
This old dance…
The old infinite chance…