I'm not sure of what words I'll say today. There will be words though; oh yes, many words.

Oh so many, many words.

^{Mister Sudness}

My Mind

^{It tells me everything is possible.}

I dream a lot.  I've been this way since I was a kid.  I don't want to wake up.

When I first started here, I didn't like saying 'I'.  I didn't want this blog to be about me.  At least, not the me I know.

They say we, should not.

I refuse to listen, yet I hear them loud and clear.

Sitting on a bench one day, was a man.  How can a man be sitting on a bench one day when a man is a man?

Hmm

^{I seem to be confused about something.}

What is it though?  The words, or the scenery?

They say it's a ghost town.  Even I noticed.  Thought it was a bad thing until I realized something.

I'm a ghost.

^{And this is my town.}

Read between these lines before they're outdated.

The power went out in many places.  My lights are still on.  The rest are gone.

Watch me stay.  Put your worry away.  I have all day.  Let us play.

A cryptic message from beyond spawned by a beautiful bond between man and bench, both near a pond.

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
^{"Experimenting with brainwaves since the 20th century."}

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