Now I sleep alone, along the bow, near the forepeak, and all of the insignificant noises have added up against me to push the craze. I lie awake, hearing water slosh inside of bottles, knowing there are hundreds of them not so far away. I hear coat hangers swish back and forth on the poles they swing. I sense pen caps toppling and stopping on the pegs. I’m sounding depths in fathoms behind doors and cupboards to find belts slashing on the backsides. With all this swish, slosh, topple, topple, slash, slash, I can’t hear the bow thruster or super structure strain and moan as twenty-five foot seas wish to put me at ease. Instead, I’m crawling on my knees along the compass rose listening to the deep, longing for sleep. Ha, ha, ha I’ve got everybody fooled. They’ve all gone sea sick. I’ve just gone plain sick! Cookoo-Cookoo!
“Did You Hear That”
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!
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