Rushing into waterfalls, going over, free falling into emotions, letting them cover me intimately so I can write out of them.
Softly whispering into patterns of my mind, changing and altering them to fit a new generation of feelings.
Releasing inferior thoughts into my vast imagination, soaring into it’s heights, nothing holding or clinging to me, giving me free rein for an eternity.
Mistrusting every motive is a necessary beatitude in life.Such is the way of the world.Taking in all of earthly goods, knowing they will be foldednegatively into closets, crammed intuitively forever.
A solo journey through life prohibits other’s from taking my essence from me.
Reeling and unreeling expressions and provoking everyparticle of matter to cooperate in writing.Continually seeing sights as sounds of music permeatemy soul, creating novel approaches to worlds of old.Philosophizing on unknown levels of understanding,finding common ground to stand on.Never having to look beyond the boundaries of self-imaginative storms, always quietly enjoying what ishidden without worry or…
make them coincide with what they’re really saying.
they may be.Totally adorable, loving, innocent and beautiful,my youngest granddaughter, Drea.
