The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Blinds
I'm lying here with my eyes closed listening to Ingrid Michaelson and I'm picturing the vibration moving in the darkness to form colors; atoms. I try to interpret the words into visions and as the colors form I open my eyes to see the reality of my room.