Random Thoughts in a semi-poetic form
It's another winter, if you can call it that here. Balmy seventy-degree weather, cool breezes. So then why do I feel so cold inside? I could die today. Would you care? Would anyone? Sure, my funeral would have throngs in attendance. I...
Why
?Why? Why have you done this? This terrible thing, a strife to last the ages, or what little left of them. You know what I mean, you the spinner of fate and fortune. This blunder, a reminder of your unwanted intervention, has scared so many and ruined...