You can syndicate every boat you row
This weekend has gone by slower/faster than any weekend I've ever lived through. (?)
Time can disappear.
My eyes have just grown and my vision has expanded.
I realized that everything is beautiful, but on a much deeper level.
I can't explain any of it to anyone. It's a feeling that cannot be translated into words.
( as the piano plays softly, over and over again, in that same pattern, the floorboards melt. they are a wall to an unseen future... the door to a labyrinth that defies explanation. the paintings run as if someone threw a bucket of water on them... and the next second, they're back to normal again. i close my eyes and see a million mouths smiling at me in ten million kaleidoscopes. everything's a joy, and i love my boy. )
How malleable the mind is. If it's stretched or pulled (like taffy) in our confined little heads (that act as cages), the world will open up to reveal itself in magical ways.
(|==
-natalie.