Name: ado the observant shadow
Age: immortal (or at least until my Gold Membership runs out)
Location: Bizarro Disneyland
Likes: making royal like avys, eating jello mold hearts with rusty spoons, the robot/pirate alliance, making music, French silk pie (its a sin, really)
Dislikes: ..can you repeat le question?

I drink alotta water. :3

Be who you are,
And say what you mean,
Because those who mind don't matter,
And those who matter don't mind.

-Dr. Seuss (one of my many heroes)

The Role of A Familiar Clock (Revisited)

I felt the odd insignia of de ja vu, as morning light cast itself upon subtlety framed through a bedroom window,

feeling compelled to journey in the footprints of a pencil tip with a straight forward destination spilling thoughts of today, into a physical daydream drunken through a translucent mind,

and I could barely hear my heart beating through my chest, for today it took a vacation and occupied my sleeve, wanting to get away from a place it had instinctively called home and venture out, exposed to the edge of uncharted territory,

having offbeat conversations with a clock hanging directly adjacent to a relaxed body poised for dreaming, as if my consumption of existing were not enough, I chose to rewrite an ode to that familiar sounding clock that I have already written about time and time again explored through past confrontations,

in secret, this was my way of greeting it a 'good morning', as if clocks could talk back and I played ring around the rosy with its hands held into mine like revisiting old childhood memories from a yesteryear unforgotten,

today, a clock and a human recreated simplicity without movement and the indulgence of memory took the place of the word 'vacation', in all due respect to an adventurous heart.