this is not magritte
So it's 11 o'clock
and my life has chagned
and when has it hasn't, really.
I feel so many things
and in such short a time
Today i was flooded with inspiration
I wished for a notebook to record several thoughts i felt precious to remember
The desire to create something came on so strongly today. My mind was whirring with thoughts of how and why and with who and specifics. I'm going to ask you to be involved, most likely.
This summer is asking me for some more alone time. And some quieter, one-on-one time. I need to paint and I need to take pictures and I need to read. There's so much I need to read.
And much work sits undone.
so then there's this news when I come online.
and i'm fairly shocked and you can never explain why but you know why
(one feels shock, i mean)
everyone always thinks that the victim could have been them
but sometimes we forget that there is more than one victim.
and no one's trying to compare sufferings
but "it could have been you," "it could have been me"
applys to every single person involved in the situation
and the frogs are mating all over the side walks.
this is true, and my realities are starkingly contrastingly surreal
***
In unrelated news, my heart has been doing some strange things lately. Actually, biologically.
...and I signed on to begin the goodbye series.
more later.
it is officially spring. this is a loaded statement.
and my life has chagned
and when has it hasn't, really.
I feel so many things
and in such short a time
Today i was flooded with inspiration
I wished for a notebook to record several thoughts i felt precious to remember
The desire to create something came on so strongly today. My mind was whirring with thoughts of how and why and with who and specifics. I'm going to ask you to be involved, most likely.
This summer is asking me for some more alone time. And some quieter, one-on-one time. I need to paint and I need to take pictures and I need to read. There's so much I need to read.
And much work sits undone.
so then there's this news when I come online.
and i'm fairly shocked and you can never explain why but you know why
(one feels shock, i mean)
everyone always thinks that the victim could have been them
but sometimes we forget that there is more than one victim.
and no one's trying to compare sufferings
but "it could have been you," "it could have been me"
applys to every single person involved in the situation
and the frogs are mating all over the side walks.
this is true, and my realities are starkingly contrastingly surreal
***
In unrelated news, my heart has been doing some strange things lately. Actually, biologically.
...and I signed on to begin the goodbye series.
more later.
it is officially spring. this is a loaded statement.