Listening to ‘Take Cover’, a band playing at Buddy Stubbs.

Taking an inner journey, realizing facets of life as they appear in sequence, lifting all sadness to another level – one in which I can move past and around in.

rims of shattered vases, tipping over, flowing out uponbrick layered ideas.Foundations toppling, for storms have upended their sharein a quantum suspension, inner qualities transpiring, in-tentions piling themselves stories high.Inventing preliminary styles of insensitivity, compilingevery facet and burying it finally beneath earth’s center.Likelihood of ever opening up, cannot be fathomed, becauseone-way doors have been closed for…

Stretching and lengthening synapses of its’ being, drawing more creative juices to the foreground.Tasting beautiful visions like chocolate to my brain, loving the tasty morsels coming constantly my way.Falling into an abyss of colorful intellect, giving an essence of life a fruitful mind of it’s own.

Counting down in dimensional levels, crunching tones and placing their particles in labyrinths of exceedingly gifted people with talent.

Seeing untoward expressions filling people’s faces, not recognizing any of it for self.Yet, feeling dejected hopelessness of being human on earth.

I need to be alone with myself to try and find out where I’m going.No one else needs to know why I do it – it satisfies myself alone.Whispering particles of life need to sometimes be rearranged and put in jars – separated from life’s bizarre requirements.