its been awhile since my thoughts have come out strewn. flung. traced across the page in ways that words forgot their origin - - and whence whom that which they were flown from
i missed the avenues the crossroads. - - the freeways of my mind where what you find may be stopped or still or fast with a shreiking shrill voice. that can also whisper. quiet.
only impeaded by time a concept tapping away - - on a LCD ticker clock with a simple tick. tock. away passed a day.
usher. hustle faster urging bustle forward. spinning too fast for my eyes to mind the passing - - resist the morn usually laced into lost reflections recollected longingly
creating insipirations grown in crystal and falling china plate lessons learned - - begging to be broken down in phrases and mouth tasting tones inked across a paper tongue.