mixing imagery galore
my fingers creep over keys like ants on honey. just to suck up some sweetness.
life returning or reliving old lives? i've read books and drove west toward the pacific ocean. tasted salt air after being land locked for centuries. watched cold arctic watered fog settle over sleepy towns mid morning. a pair of jeans not washed for weeks. my simultaneous second skins of momentum and wallowing in a past like quicksand.
life returning or reliving old lives? i've read books and drove west toward the pacific ocean. tasted salt air after being land locked for centuries. watched cold arctic watered fog settle over sleepy towns mid morning. a pair of jeans not washed for weeks. my simultaneous second skins of momentum and wallowing in a past like quicksand.