These are the times when I feel myself leap, not caring where the next stone will be; splashing water up into the air and in my eyes. Sparkling crystal musical instruments to play an omminous lament in an empty room full of clothes. -jmp
"Solace for me now would be a labotomy."
What have I absorbed? That's a scary thought. All transitions being relatively positive, maybe music.
I thought about a letter, but no more words. No more drama now. The love & pain can be shared as friends if that day should happen sometime.
Sometimes I stretch an image in my head and the canvas tears so I paint the picture again and try to find a frame.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
