08 August 2008

Yesterday I was feeling suicidal again at work, so I left at 1pm and headed home to hug the children.

I wrote on my door of madness, and instead of the robotic entheo-runes, out flowed natural, zen like calligraphic script!

1 comment:

Stanley Bishop Burhans said...

What a great poem. It's one of those a + b = poem poems.