I sit ---this is uncommon. Within interludes of reality, i tame the Hellion that chortles and churns within. With each extended breath, I am able to keep it's desires at bay; but with spontaneous momentum, it seeps out without warning; surprising the most innocent of us all.
I sit with a moment of quiet to my day. A moment, like this is all it takes: eyes through nature, sensuous smells of Fall, tickling wind around. An influential period to my day to capture a piece of the quiet me
1 comment:
im with Missy. you are really smart.
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