WeileAsh

Five years after scientists discovered Where the edge of the universe lay, And all of the stars were counted and confirmed Into proper categories to stay, I found myself and a hastily packed suitcase Standing in the doorway of a rented room. As I watched the rain drip from my nose, Creating dark craters in the worn carpet, I contemplated just what birthed my woes. And realized then that I was in that apartment, And the scientific method said so, All at the fault of you. Satisfied with the flawed test results I lay upon the bed to admire my faults And stared out the lonely window. There were no stars. On the breeze that blew