to drive real slow behind it.
Going through mountains, rising high into the atmosphere
on either side of us.
I sense their closeness and stop writing for a moment.
Feeling the mountains holding me closely, hugging me in
my mind.
An awesome feeling of being loved and respected by mother
nature herself.
Keeping me sane, taking me on a rendezvous through splendid landscapes and across symphonies of wisdom.
Fancy petals falling onto floors of beyond,coloring everything rainbow and leavingnothing out.
Justifying life’s errors is not what I want to do.It takes a lot of talent, yet, I need the images to come back so I may write through them once again.
Collectively touching my senses and putting them back in the mix where they belong.Textures refining my brain, grasping it’s cells and retraining them with many episodes of enlightenment.Using what wisdom I have left, taking the time to readjust synapses by thought, taking me hopefully back to myself and what I have always known through my…
particles of written words, dying slowly on horizonsof future moments of death untold.
Searching for a soulmate who’ll never abandon me for deceitful endeavors.
