ink spots

Ink spots that spoke to me… they said follow me to this fountain, the fountain of abuse where no matter how many times you bathe or drink you will still get old… that’s old like a person who refuses to age gracefully, and I mean graceful like a sulking boxer who just got knocked out in the 6th round and around we went to the fountain to buy some time… the time of my life that I remember having as a child sitting alone on the mountain in the dark with only my thoughts- thoughts of a better time when I was a child sitting on top of the mountain with my family on a great summer day staring at my father’s ink spot… a spot that said follow me to this cavern where you can bury your future and be free from freedom… a freedom that puts restrictions on who you are and where you go… so, go away from this evil place where fountains and caverns will remove your life… a life that you don’t deserve unless you’ve got ink spots… ink spots that beckon you to a fountain you’ll never find