Bored In Borlange
I can tell you what my observations are: Boooring!
There is no here here – nothing to do. Just empty rooms and windows.
Everything looks white outside
I can’t find place to hide.
Pain and fear have been the driving force of great all great poets. I suppose it is the same with me.
What if catnappers come? And what if Willie tries to put us back into those cages? That was so rude!
I know, I know it’s Amber’s turn to blog, but I just had to tell you. Now I’m going back to looking out the window.
Wow, what fun. I can’t believe this!