I think I lost you, Somewhere in the words. We laughed and joked, And said things that were up surd. I wondered if we were friends. Someone who could,  Understand. What I tried to convey, With a pen in my hand. Yes, I lost you. And I am ok. The...

There once was a paper and pen. Let’s start this from the beginning. And not the end. There once was a thought in my head. Not fully formed. Just an idea that bled. It grew into this thing. It had no real shape Just twists and turns Multiple...