an experiment in free thought
as i walk, my hair floats on the wind.
my feet carry themselves as i watch the stars.
i intuitively wind my way trees.
the sun is but a dream to me now.
the cool air whisks off cooler waters.
it is greeted warmly by my disappointinglyh smooth skin.
under my nails rests ancient, timeless dirt.
underneath my feet rest thousands of jagged shells.
in my mind i imagine them as moonbathed sand.
ellen wants the computer now grass.
i guess i'll finish it later brick and mortar.
let me know what you think, i guess wood.
or if not, that's cool too bones.
we'll see how it turns out knife.
my feet carry themselves as i watch the stars.
i intuitively wind my way trees.
the sun is but a dream to me now.
the cool air whisks off cooler waters.
it is greeted warmly by my disappointinglyh smooth skin.
under my nails rests ancient, timeless dirt.
underneath my feet rest thousands of jagged shells.
in my mind i imagine them as moonbathed sand.
ellen wants the computer now grass.
i guess i'll finish it later brick and mortar.
let me know what you think, i guess wood.
or if not, that's cool too bones.
we'll see how it turns out knife.