My mind certainly seems to have taken a liking to running off.....
At the moment it wanders around my museum of memories
Staring at the empty spaces on the walls
And wondering what might be placed there one day
Imagination comes hopping along through the halls
And she paints wonderful pictures
But they only last as long as she can concentrate on them
Before they fade away
She doesn't mind however
She has plenty of ideas.....
YOU ARE READING
In the End, I am only Words
RandomAfter I am long gone, what's left of my voice will be words. I've done the best I can with them, so hopefully they'll be alright. I might post poetry, short stories, or other maybe even song lyrics. I guess we'll see. Hope you enjoy. The second book...
