Surfaces 3

The table top is neatly set and the table sheets all but sparkling white with the reminder of my absent guests. Alone again watching the table cloth, and pondering the same thoughts over and over again, as if I could discover the meaning of life alone. Narrating, narrating in desperation, perhaps the very act could fuse the gaps of my life together. No fuss required, I am static in a world that is motion. If ever you read this, know that you did this to me. You carved wisdom out of ignorance and required a resolution that would in its effect end my forward march. Complete what you have started, end me.