Keep your fingers out of my eye. While I write I like to glance at the butterflies in glass that are all around the walls.The people in memory are pinned to events I can’t recall too well, but I’m putting one down to watch him break up, decompose and feed another sort of life. The one in question is all fully biodegradable material and categorized as ‘Rael’.
Rael hates me, I like Rael, — yes, even ostriches have feelings, but our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with….