True Story

I tried this free-thought-writing-thing once, on a blank receipt roll with a red-inked sharpie, and found it most remarkable the way the ink bled through, and changed the inside of each character into a silver hue; as viewed from the backside. So I kept on writing and writing, in a language I made-up when attending Bayside High, after I’d been institutionalized when my words were taken out of context. Never again. I vowed my thoughts would be kept in made-up symbol’s confidence, and never again taken out of context -lest I wish it. Sometimes it’s fun to leave things open-ended.

- M.E.

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