the future is all hotels & hallways mirrors & endless dreams the car rides forever the radio a sonic fuzz music is how you hear it lights on & off eyes open & close they say time is a river but time is an ocean we are only ever lost at sea am i a writer?
Loving hearing/meeting you in this new space. I get this impression of spaciousness and playful and relieved. So relieved. Even as I type I can feel that space, away from fb constant taking up every inch of the page and the imagination extending beyond the page. I suddenly feel we are in a courtyard , rather than the market square. There are vines growing and birds going about their dances, and a humm of the city in the background but here there is a quiet in the foreground.
I see us all lying around writing, drawing, praying in different spots in the courtyard, aware of each other and yet also each keeping our attention free to play with. Ahhh breath
Loving hearing/meeting you in this new space. I get this impression of spaciousness and playful and relieved. So relieved. Even as I type I can feel that space, away from fb constant taking up every inch of the page and the imagination extending beyond the page. I suddenly feel we are in a courtyard , rather than the market square. There are vines growing and birds going about their dances, and a humm of the city in the background but here there is a quiet in the foreground.
I see us all lying around writing, drawing, praying in different spots in the courtyard, aware of each other and yet also each keeping our attention free to play with. Ahhh breath