Pale Gallery

I've stepped out of my place (chair) for a while.
To take in the surrounding faces (eyes).

And, God. Why don't you stare?

Writing my life on a few lines, I'm reflected on the page.
Am I showing my age?

It's quite an ordeal, watching me eat my dinner (meal).
I mean, laughable. In a way that's too cryptic to steal.
"It's right in front of you!" Yet you don't see it.

Be it me, I'd laugh.

Gathering thoughts while in the bath, I discover Richard.
Comes through the tap, sits on my lap.
Fully clothed, no mishaps.

Day 6 has ended, still in bath.
"Let's go out?" Says Richard.
We can't for many reasons.

There's enough people to make me smaller than them.




This is an extension on 'Oh, tape recorder'.
I apologize for opening another thread for it.

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"In the end it is impossible not to become what others think you are." - Julius Caesar