Twists and turns and other various means of manipulating such a simple object.
It serves no real purpose and will eventually be discarded when it becomes boring or useless.
For now, it sits atop a shelf. Waiting for someone to come by and try to understand it.
YOU ARE READING
From a Crow's Beak: Writing in Passing
PoetryWriting that I've come up with when my emotions push me to create. This is your warning that a lot of these are depressing.
