i’m not ready.
standing in a field of green and yellow grass and wheat –
i had been falling, falling, falling down.
when i woke up yesterday afternoon the sun was gone
and i was cold;
you could have been in a million-and-a-half different places,
none of which were by my side.
golden.
there have been a lot of words floating in and out my brain
every so often, perhaps, such as the time i was walking down the street
to meet them at the beach (hoping you would be there, too)
i thought of all the syllables needed
for the structure of those sentences
that i never ended up writing.
i feel myself getting back into the groove.
i’ll sort this out.
if not, it will sort itself.
it always does.
this hurricane is what it is:
a ball of wind and ferocious curiosity,
winding and tumbling through city, field and sky,
engulfing the landscape in rain and ruckus.
us.
i’m beginning to love this mess.
happy birthday.
okay..maybe a stupid question but did you write that?
Its really good…and I really like it…
so much emotion…its a wonderful piece.
I found Quimby! Yay!
This is Joyful from the MD group. I’ve been looking for you all over google.
well, here i am!
yes, i did write this…
i write a bunch of silly stuff that i post on here.
just words i need to get out of my brain, mostly.
i’m glad to hear you enjoyed it.
thank you. ♥
:] De Nada!
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