The Future

Time asked, "Did the walls speak to you?"

No, though a dark mahogany door did revel on opportunities left open, 

and soft, rose cushions whispered lovely comforts of rest into my ear.

But the white walls never speak--

    They watch the spectacle of my sleep while my dreams paint their blank faces. 

About the Author

There is nothing special to say about DVO. He is just another actor on the stage. Although, if you happen to see him eating alone and staring into the non-existent horizon do stop by and give a friendly hello.