I didn't mean to neglect you. I'm sorry. Please take me back. Please? O.K. I'm back.
Now that that's all over and done with, I wrote 100 more words for you. Admittedly, it's kind of creepy, but I'm living in a tall apartment building now, so things are different than I'm used to. Enjoy.
He is often seen chopping his way
through the sky. People think nothing of him, even though his only
concern is for them. He watches the way the roads move, the tiny
colorful insects beneath him. He comes from above, twisting around
buildings. The major centres are his territory, and he watches
carefully. He sees the patterns. But this is not all he sees. When he
is in the skies, he is unnoticed. The high rises are eye level, and
people mistake height for privacy. Their intimacy is his pastime. He
watches for danger. But he also watches for pleasure.
EEEEEEEEW. Like I always said, people with helicopters are up to no good. Disgusting.
Give me ideas, because apparently when I do this on my own, they're all gross.
Have fun!
-V-
