Shifting color turns to amber, dense form. Ebony looks like licorice, I dare not bite … open end, raw connection. Tickle at end of nose, as if there were a hair there … but no … scent gone now.
Delicate movements, no spill, replenished supply. Formula for pleasure, lasts for a time, out of sight out of mind.
Where did the heat come from? I did not sense it at first. Black spots on white, stubborn, settled in, comfortable right where they are.
Who wears a red bow tie at night? Perky and stiff all at once. Images so dark, it is a challenge to lighten them, to brighten them, what will they become?
Slowly with downward motion, equally slow to rise … moving to and fro, settling once again. This makes no sense! What ever does? A strange convincing is what we give ourselves, master story tellers, awesome reality creators. Think ~ great surprises await.
Misfit phrases make beautiful lyrics for song. How many life experiences can one tune hold? How many memories, or current realizations?
Practice … practice releasing anything coherent, break open that cage of conformity, let it go. Standards and norms are not to be sought after. No cookies for the cookie cutter, the mold has been broken.
Ha, ha, ha, a chuckle rises from depths, laughing, silly nonsense. Imaginings of thoughts potential, mayhem?
Current bounces high coming to a point as it peaks and falls once again, rapidly. A slight, ever so faint smokiness develops … unseen, barely noticed.
Two circles, lopsided beauty they hold. Delicate remnants of the past, collected there and held as treasure.
Mired, or Mirrored … who knows. The mystery really isn’t a puzzle at all. Categories fall, they fail. New beginnings forming some day, a new end.
Purposeful opening to scattered remains of what began as a question never fully answered.