Another stolen five minute bite of introspection. I wear them like beads on a necklace, shimmery topaz and amber moments of sanity and brilliance strung amid the chaos. I string it around my neck, to be reminded, to be admired. These days, I palm the stones, holding on, feeling the weight fit neatly in the cavern of my hand. It almost reconjurs up those moments of solitude, and I can at the very least remember, envision the silence. Even if I can't make it there in the foreseeable future.
Longer posting brewing. I hope. For now its sunny days and petulant perpetual deja vus.
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Sendin' some lovin' right back your way . . . we could all use a lil extra . . . :-/
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