An elephant.A majestic creature.Able to feel and able to cry.Tortured by humans so they can tryTo ride on their backLike the king of the jungleBut more like a nasty walking fungal jumble.Oh no the elephant stops.I don’t want my ride to be over.Fixy foxy more money in the boxy. Story #4: Elephant rides are still a …
A train.The rattling on the rails.The battling of the fans.Going in two directions.With people going a million ways.But we all know where it ends.Bending time, counting down.49.50.92. 51.52.Why is seat number fifty next to ninety-two. Story #3: What do you do on a train ride? I was on the way from Bangkok to Ayutthaya when I …
A Bench.Empty like an empty water bottle.Full of air and space.But empty.Ok never mind.Someone just sat down. Story #4: I was waiting for my plane when I saw some horrible pointless poems, I even refuse to call them art, who were praised by the followers. So I challenged myself. I can do that even worse in …
A tiny fortress.With cannons and crosses.Waiting for people who travel the world.A head full of thoughts that are curled.Up in a ball.Not knowing why they do what they do.And why they are here.Lost, unable to bear.A life in a tiny fortress.Always on the run.Taking pictures of things that they’ve done.Afraid of reality and being trapped …
