Hush..

Hush. All eyes on you. A dramatic scene; you're the director. Take 1. Take 7. The instigator; the spark that starts the wildfire; arson. Blown; out of proportions. It's mediocre, a neutral feeling...to see you sitting there. I can assume desperation has found a lucky host....Oh...and....I'm painting pictures in my head. I can't say pleasant has found its way to them.
That's wonderful. Minor setback. All I can say I have down is the words and thoughts in my head; lonesome. That's wonderful. I was the one who, not two years ago, you all hated. Now you're all so eager to read my words; to put them under a microscope and dissect. Go figure.