I sit and watch it,
revolving about the room,
testing discussions.
Travelling again,
it has been awhile I know,
but it feels so good.
I am feeling good,
I’ve worked through a lot today,
writing more and more.
An old scribbled note,
that revealed a hidden truth,
that started a fire.
The pen ink was red,
and it wrote of murder vile,
and written in blood.
