Artist, Illustrator, Photographer, Writer, Thinker, Existentialist.



Friday 16 September 2011

The Time Traveller

In the corner of my room there is an empty time machine,
It lies abandoned, lurking there like the parasite that time forgot.
The Time Traveller left it on the promise that he’d be back
It’s been years since he left, no return address.
The battery has become flat and useless
My mind on the brink of pointless
I sit and guard his craft
Oh, how together we once laughed.

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