No where else in the universe could I listen to a private concert just for my pleasure.
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Missing my life as I sit here in the hospital again.
at the mercy of doctors, trying to find out what’swrong with me.Leaving me in a hospital room just wanting to go home.
Reading my mind, watching developing thoughts grow into prose and delicate stories of who I was and am.
Delicately folding all matter into many albums, treasured interiorly forever.
Microbes gathering in my mind, glancing around, looking for a place to begin.
Juxtapositionally figuring out how they can find the most favorable formulas to co-exist in an area of the brain reserved for imagination.
Rhyming in energetic sounds,
Images finding similar tastesheld in bouquets of past aromas.Total adjuncts are being broughttogether as I wander grounds ofdesert views, believing theimpossible will be brought tosight in avalanches of brightenedstillness.Giving in to mementos, taking onlywhat is expected from thoughtfulinterviews.Likened aspects are being keptunder wraps until being broughtforward in videos, on tap in mind’srealms and imagination.