Woodshed

Chop Wood

Back before then.

I was floating around in space feeling alone.

I wasn't lonely as much as antsy.

There's got to be a better way than this, I thought.

Pick a time and place.

Scope it out !

I only hope I remember this series of events.

I had some great purpose in mind before I materialized.

The creative process will have to speak for itself.

Anyway one plus one equals three.

Long story short - I was born.

That's when it all hit the fan.

I seemed to be in a puddle of goo for so long.

I could hear terrible wailing sounds coming from me.

Maybe this being alive wasn't such a great idea.

For the longest time all I could do swallow and grunt.

I got tired of this routine as my brain started to defog.

This was the end of a sloppy start.

It could only get better or so I hoped.