It’s been two weeks and two days since my knee surgery.
More and more, I’m better by the day.
I look across to the crisscrossed crutches
His on the other bed,
Bulbs, bright they light
My way one legged
I’m slain, I lay, but
I wish to run;
Have some fun
Maybe I’m carried away
Lain in bed, left behind
One legged, you’d forget
I’m happy to write
I speak, I mean, write
So Secretive
Socrates
Sea Crates
Secrets
I am coded
Ones around understand
Others create their own
Relativity
Reality
Relate?
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!
