I lay in bed thinking.
I just saw "Jack the Dog"!
I move my hand up and it is reflected and silhouetted in the glow of the light on the ceiling.
Thoughts move into my mind.
Would it not be nice if you could write the most beautiful poem and place them over these words like a fine tomato sauce?
You wave your arms in a slow gathering sweep of the aroma of the well spoken, the well written words.
I wish someone would write over the top of these words like footnotes but words that hover over these black tops and add "The Perfection of Good Thought" over these twisting ideas.
Do you really need to know where I am going tomorrow?
Please write the perfect line.
I am sitting alone, my mind is racing, something should make sense.
These words could be white and steaming with a perfect red sauce.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....