My Friend The Chair

I adore lovely old chairs, with patches, holes and colourful warmth. A trusty side kick of a chair who embraces you like a muppet when you sit. A friendly chair with tales to tell. Music to a paper back soul. Better than any other new piece of furniture I could ever receive is my friend the chair.

From siting with it I take so much into my day. Sometimes when the music hits me just right I fade into the abyss… I need no food, no words and no waking from a day dream. For I have enough butcher paper and notebooks to fill with plans to make into realities. My shadow knows myplans. My spirit won't give. I can find the secret passages ways and will build more if need be.