There’s sweetness in the air here, about the place. Not quite like a food smell because there is that too in certain areas. i.e. cafeteria and library, but I think it comes down to the trees. The trees are undergoing their transformation for the fall. I would dare say it’s pollen, for I have been sneezing more as of late. Maybe that’s just, Bailey, the cat. Is it the sweet smell of decay in lying leaves piled in the mass graves of genocide, the Holocaust, the fallen masses of species? Like snow from the sky curtains fall on youths.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
