This is not a story, but rather a poem. I used to write them. Lately, I had a feeling and this came out. ee cummings is my inspiration. I have been
thinking about writing stories. Someone said I would be good at it.
ps: very nice poem. interesting how you put it together. i like weird stuff like this myself, it leaves so much open for interpretation. interesting
also to read your friends comments. interesting how we all are so different. i am very tired today, so i will not even attempt to interpret it in any
way. but the feelings i had when reading it were pleasant.
It's about an alcoholic. T hough t is the mind not thinking clearly, but he can see that he is not himself. For(her)mer is his former self and he is
using his wife as inspiration to return to being the way he was.