Block. Brick. Block.
Where will it go? Where does this flow?
Clock. Tick. Clock.
When it all happens too much, all at once.
To sit and to watch the world go by, and to never truly know why.
Knock. Kick. Knock.
I feel a pull.
Fear.
There it sits, a globe, an orb. It glows in the dark, a questioning glow that looks harmless yet sinister…
November 26, 2017
