He was a person of interest, but only to himself.
My books are thin.
Laying flat in the bed feeling the ceiling fan push him down into the mattress.
Streetlights are shadow makers.
Each house sits on a square of green grass.
A dog barks at a low flying plane that makes no sound.
Fish can dream.
Jesus had a belly ache.
A worm passed gas as the bird bit it in two.
Trees talk to each other at night.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
Fear can be eaten, and it tastes like chicken.
The sound of rain hitting the ground is waters individualism dying
God does get bored.
Monsters under the bed have no teeth since they only eat dust bunnies.
Snow is just very cold rain who likes to be fancy.
Zippers can really hurt.
An itchy butt hole is never easy to scratch.