Insomnia
By Spoot
Hearing voices within a shell from the sea, believing in things most people have to touch to believe, watching as your dead aunt walks through a wall, slowly losing sanity and laughing as you skip through it all, blessed sixth sense or cursed times alone? Give it some time, laugh more as it grows, soon you believe those things you imagine, talking with your cat and hearing her say "Well, then, the human's finally gone mad, just at normal everyday things - isn't that sad?" Cats can see more than you and I comprehend, no wonder sometimes they chase their hind ends, a person who sees those things too wrote this poem, now she watches a pink bunny hop by - it keeps going and going and going...Spooty is happy. Spooty likes altoids and coffee at four a.m. Written September 17th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 09:53 AM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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