The wisps

The men with the lights on their temples ran.

The wisps, because that’s what they were; a wisp of a man and a wisp of a machine.

Leaves crunched, sticks snapped in quarters and found new homes in the dirt.  The stinging nettles watched and laughed as the wisps ran for their lives.


I found that on my iPhone.  It was a note I wrote in December of 2010.  There are some other pieces of literature that I found, which were interesting.  I love finding old journal entries on forgotten pages of notebooks.  I have a bad memory so they are glimpse into a forgotten moment I didn’t I tried hard not to forget.