Penny Lane
So how do you really tell what you really want to do? completely rhetorical question, but I don't. Maybe I'll write the play someday. You know, there are millions of possibilites for windows. Arches, round, just an arch at the top, diamond, wide, bay, the list goes on. Green glass. Huh, a recurring theme. Green glass marbles, green glass bottles, green glass windows.
W&L library. When it fails me I know I should just stop trying for awhile, quit, go home, take a shower, spend a dollar-- no more......, I can come back, it isn't likely to fail me twice. Just when I'm not in the mood to ask for help, and I can't remember what an authors name is. I am getting so nervous. I am starting to have nightmares of .........I had better not say. A new life. What I wouldn't give to have a new life. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
The notes run through my head and I think of the succeeding scene and i wonder why I love it so much. Not necessarily the scene, but the beauty of the plot. And find the irony of the wish in my life. Summer looms. Indecision hovers. The woods engulf me. I should go for a long walk. To my home. An internal walk. The river there is calling to me. But I may be losing the art of hearing what it is trying to tell me. It bubbles in an undecipherable minor key.
W&L library. When it fails me I know I should just stop trying for awhile, quit, go home, take a shower, spend a dollar-- no more......, I can come back, it isn't likely to fail me twice. Just when I'm not in the mood to ask for help, and I can't remember what an authors name is. I am getting so nervous. I am starting to have nightmares of .........I had better not say. A new life. What I wouldn't give to have a new life. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
The notes run through my head and I think of the succeeding scene and i wonder why I love it so much. Not necessarily the scene, but the beauty of the plot. And find the irony of the wish in my life. Summer looms. Indecision hovers. The woods engulf me. I should go for a long walk. To my home. An internal walk. The river there is calling to me. But I may be losing the art of hearing what it is trying to tell me. It bubbles in an undecipherable minor key.