Something good is going to happen

something inside of me is growing

a warm glow is on my tied face

and I am turning younger again



Is there something wrong with this mirror

my lines on my face are fading

they float to the floor

each one turning into words



I bend down and pick them all up

I run down the hallway

back to my computer

then tap them away



Do rabbits make good gun slingers

are clouds just marsh mellows

**** these words are not right

I must of left some in the bathroom





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris