I have great manifestos gurgling in the throat of ---I suppose what would be my pen. Let’s say metaphorically--in my hand. But, it’s not only in my hand it is in my heart. It is the spirit of writing coming to visit me for the first time in months. The change of season is a peculiar time for me. I notice today….“extra.” Let’s just say there is more of me to love. I am filled up, literally :-). There is also more space available, more room to breathe, and better air. I think there are two qualities that inspire the mind of the writer, one being extreme pain, and the other room. I think better put...capacity. I always feel like in order to write, I need the space to do so. In my schedule that space is almost never available, but something about this season has brought with it the abundance of extra. And, just as it is with my own body to this extraness I say, “this is unexpected, but I love you anyway.”
Listen to your inner voice ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ If I may The Devil gotta funny way of keeping the mind so preoccupied that you nev'a getta chance to really - think To really- sink deep down into the core of yourself so much so that you can hear that echo sound when no one else' around you feel yourself reverberate. Fate bounces of the walls of you soul and fills those holes you had your big car, plasma t.v., black card, and designer shoes in. Sometimes when you lose control, you really win. The devil gotta funny way of keeping the mind in a state of static shock keeping us locked and in awe of what we ought and ain't got When we really ought to be glad we got at all Static nev'a changing The Devil is funny that way.
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