Message

I’ve been sitting in this
room for hours
typing, and drinking
red wine.

I Thought I was
alone here.
the door is closed and
the window.

Now a big fat fly
ugly and black
sits on the edge
of my wine glass.

Where did it come
from?
so silent, motionless
like that.

That’s the way
it might be
with death.

Buk

* you readme?

icr
23:48hrs