Solitaire

I won't bore anyone that bothers to read this with the sad and miserable details of my life for the last few months, and thought instead I'd just put down this not so very profound, but significant for it's exsistance bit of writing (I haven't written for far too long).
Enjoy


This goes here, and that goes there and all these brightly colored bits go together in a neat and tidy way. Order from chaos, perhaps that is why I do this, why I spend untold hours in an untimately fruitless excersize, order from chaos, a strict and unchanging way, rules, rows and columns all laid out. Neat as a pin they say, staid and true and unflinchingly the same, always the same. Perhaps that is why, why I do this again and again, why I sit here, till my I loose all feeling in my lower extreamities and my eyes water and cross.
Why I sit solitary, playing my game.