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be random what is now when is then where is email who i am how it is why it is leave a note? share me, share you make me smile thank you other journals (of course I should be sleeping) (what's life got to do with it?) about me (too much to know at once) friend? (tic tic tic, toc) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
time in words the rhythm of life drifts slowly through space and time does not wait for words to catch up... I am here too seldom to know if continuity or connection occurs (are you there?)... life is afk, busy with this, and that, and the other... and now, more then... and yet, still, with a hole gaping, awaiting, longing, unfulfilled, hunger... and I miss the words almost as much as I miss the touch... so when I feel lonely (or have a free moment), I wander through words of wonder that wrap around me like old friends and trusted companions on this ever too brief journey of life... and one or another inspire me to express some sleeping thoughts... wishes and wonders... smoldering feelings... of life out there, of life in here... and from within my ear, she whispers: so much time spent in words, is life the expression of these abstract symbols combined forming something that moves us inside?... wondering what is real, is touch what we feel when we read the comfort of rhythms and rhymes leading to common ground?... imagine the look in the eyes of the one who is reading with true understanding, with willing embrace, with hands that can touch your skin... imagine the texture of pores freshly washed with the scent of roses and baited breath... imagine the wonder of being pressed so close together that you forget where one begins and the other ends... imagine the presence, the touch, and all such expressions... and the hands that caress keys that leave such symbols behind... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |