Dying, crying
Truthful lying
Wild insanity
Lost humanity
Take the reality
Cold practicality
Throw it away
Lead it astray
Ice cold laughs
Overgrown paths
World of out there
No longer care
Leave me to my madness

It started with a simple question....

“Do you knit?” My friend Anne was over for the day and we had been talking pleasantly about books and movies on the floor of my bedroom, when she espied my long-neglected bag of knitting. She of course asked the inevitable.

“Occasionally,” I answered, sighing a little while trying to recall the last time I had actually completed a knitting project. Anne then rummaged through the bag and drew out my largest pair of needles, made of fat, grey plastic.