computer scientist


Tastes like consuming a bitter bucket of salt

Whispers I can hardly catch

Vision is billions of trillions of specks of diminutive flurries of a mixture of compounds of an atom so massively minuscule

Touch withdraws me to a place where I could

Sculpt gargantuan castles Excavate a moat of alligators to protect castles Rupture the surrounding sand-cities with effortless force

All day long and never need to grow up