Many Moods of the Vindictives

Everything I've got has certain places to go. A shelf for this and a drawer for that thing. A special something for that special someone, A little room where people leave me alone. Now I'm putting items into their spots. I can fit this lid directly o

Posing like a statue sitting in my office chair Typing letters for computer eyes to sorta read drifting like an odor Now I'm blending in with the air I'm becoming more and more of what I've got to be. I'm invisible I'm floating floating past the home