We made it here.
How nice to let go of that thought.
No mediocrity in our sphere.
I’m always writing what matters most and not at all.
Some of my trees are dying in the sun.
Hung a lot of art on the walls today. Get them off the shelves. Get them off the dust.
It’s already 7pm. Where did the world go today?
I want to sleep with the windows and door wide open again.
I want to sleep in the hammock I bought today.
I want, I want, I want.
I’m still hungry, bae.
I wonder what my father would say.
Sipped on ginger and cinnamon tea.
Plucked a few onion seeds.
Put a blue bird’s feather in a jar made of glass.
Cork top, just for fun.
Bought an armful of acrylics.
Oh dang! Forgot I’m supposed to be projecting images in the dark and I’m not ready!
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Dearest hubby.
When I was a kid I would have been called chubby.
Except I was too “bossy” for such things.
It’s fun to go back. Of course it’s fun to go back.
But my eyes are wide open now, and I’m ready to go.
I need more than pretty colors. I didn’t come for the light show.
I keep writing for you most of all.
You need to read between the lines of puns and lies.
just keep writing and creating.