Buckminster & Amber - 34

Bored In Borlange

I can tell you what my observations are: Boooring! 
There is no here here - nothing to do. Just  empty rooms and windows.

Everything looks white outside

And inside

I can’t find place to hide.

Pain and fear have been the driving force of great all great poets. I suppose it is the same with me.

What if catnappers come? And what if Willie tries to put us back into those cages? That was so rude!

I know . . . I know it’s Amber’s turn to blog, but I just had to tell you. Now I’m going back to looking out the window. Wow, what fun. 

I can’t believe this!