Meandering moments and choices made
connect one moment to another
what lies in the future, does it depend on the past?
Did Homer's bug change my life?
separating one universe from another
Did my subtle choices, leaving my house late
lead to this moment
letters collecting on the blank off white of my screen
after a long period of nothingness
my creative sparks few and far in between
Am I spilling my soul out to emptiness of cyberspace
If I am and these words fall into the deep abyss, so be it
To think to hard is maddening
And if this is just a pool of my thoughts going off to never never
then so be it
because to me, it is worth something