I have walked this earth,
but always on the edge,
never within,
and I wonder —
is this skin mine,
or am I the skin?
Is there a self that is —
or is it but the ruin
of something broken
long before I could speak?
"Thought Crumbs" is the blog of yours truly, Al Scott Pearce Baker. Here, I scatter musings, short stories, poetry, and paintings, and ponder various art forms, both traditional and digital. Follow along, and who knows where you’ll end up.
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