Here I am, staring at my wide white wall again. Then suddenly, a pencil is picked up and words are started to be woven, ennui-inspired. Below is the creative (how I wish!) result, a haiku.
MY BREAD-AND-BUTTER STORY
Sits all day to read.
Staring at all these words.
Something I enjoy.
(Image from here)
Haiku 18 and 19
7 years ago
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