Feels good to be sharing myself again.

Letting my paper and pen feel what is new and significant.

I dance with words.

They sing to me.

I sing back.

So much created out of nothing.

Beautifully lived out like a flowering of the masses.

This is my dance.

These are my bouquet of flowers.

Valleys of words.

I am still watching the sky.

I am the sky.

Pouring down these blankets of cool thoughts.

The Earth caresses them.

Holds hands and blissful kisses.

tell a friend about