Recent Musings #2

Well, now they are weeks old musings...

When the sand rubs off, we're all just paper people.
    Defenseless, and stripped of our personas of power, we have nothing left to scare each other away
    with.

The clouds are waves lit by the moon in an ocean of sky.
   If only we could swim there.

One month later...

And when it crashed I had much too much to write in my journal.
So my dear followers I left you.
And I fear I will not be returning soon, for NaNoWriMo is almost here.
And I'm going for it. You should as well.
I'll set up some picture posts for you soon though, and try to finish post 2 in that "series" I started.
My apologies for leaving you lacking in orange. However, I am quite glad real life leaves me with too little time for much internetting.

Today I feel...

Life is going well.
And so I wait for it to crash.
I seem to have enough time for everything, and most everyone
At least in passing
I should be struggling for direction
But perhaps this is alright too
Am I drifting?
Intentionality is the answer

Share your dreams

Else they may die

"let the waters rise if you want them to, I will follow you, I will follow you"

Drown me in your ocean 
Bring me back to life  
Seeing what you see 
Feeling what you feel

Recent Musings #1

This is the first post in a series. It will share with you little poems, phrases and thoughts that have come to my mind in recent weeks, but gradually, so that the collection of "beauty" won't become a gaudy un-appreciate-able mess.

Break me from my concrete shell
Let my mush fall to the ground
Raise me up and form me anew
Solid from the inside out

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Dying embers fade.

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Behind the clouds, the stars are shining.

I never thouoght I'd be Driving throught the Country just to drive

On the whole face of the black radio there are only two white buttons. Like two round divining stones, as he presses his fingers against the smooth plastic the fates are thrown high, crashing down with blaring cymbals. Ears are perked, ready to tell fingers to throw the fates again, or to enjoy the crashing.

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The music is a little too loud.
But there is no turning it down.
I'm disowning my own thoughts.