The faces of this crowd are hidden behind masks stitched together from scraps of imagination...
Tag: imagination
Please Go Away
I think he’s laughing at me I wasn’t even sure he could see me but now I know he’s coming toward me I wish I could run but it’s too late he’s seen me if I ran he would chase me he would catch me...
Imagine
I don’t think my eyes are working quite rightThere’s something at the edge of my visionCreeping slowly into sight but vanishing when I turn to lookShadows seem suddenly less emptyEven now, I see it thereBeyond the doorway in the dark hallWatching me?My ears aren’t working right, eitherNoises that are not there, voices that do not …
