Been wandering around the office, hand in hand with little ghost, showing her how things go, it's something I know a lot about, best to share it with somebody, even somebody imaginary. Friendly little ghost.
Windy day, leaves falling ever faster, behind the paper, showers of yellow.
See how beautiful it is? And this, also?
Light & delight no longer shine from missing eyes, a pity, a damn shame.
Crying at my desk, my pal Chris warns me not to talk about stuff like this, says it gives the bastards an opening. Me, I prefer to know who the bastards are, myself. Bring it on, fuckers.