Odd Ideas

Sometimes something shows up in the middle of a line, or on a misread billboard. (or in someone else’s writing)

And it says:

I don’t know where I belong. Maybe nowhere. But if you think about it you might find a place for me.

That’s the way I interpret it, anyway. If I remember, I’ll write it down, and if I run across it later it may give me ideas.

Why not?


Waiting for Rain