One night while I lay thinking here, some What-Ifs crawled inside my ear. They danced and partied all night long and sang their little ‘What If’ song.'
That'sone helluva wise cackle man. Silverstein, anyone?
I'm nb, nickel or orchid, with unfinished pieces left to rot in my deranged mind...
I keep forgetting what I meant to write in the first place. Ex.I find an incomplete stub, admire my own work, and wonder, 'Now, what was I supposed to do with this?'
-a terrible habit, I'm afraid. One I'm trying to rehabilitate from.
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