Fragmented, I pick up pieces of myself to make an arc, to make the world
Let there be spaces in your Togetherness
Cold fire burning and the wheels keep on turning
When the undulations of our reveries are tinted in color and the sun peeps into our dreams at midnight..
Like the wind basking in a field of mustard, my mind basks in yellow..everywhere it turns there are only a million shades of yellow…
Just black and white is never quite right, it’s in the realm of the greys that the answers stay!
When you feel all the beauty, love and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!
I belong on the shore/Hustling nickels and dimes/ ‘Cause it ain’t long before it’s gone/You might as well have a good time… ( Crosby, Stills & Nash)
Sit by the cool mossy waters and watch the green bob up and down, while the sun plays hide and seek in the water and in your reveries
Like birds, may you find your brethren too, may you recognize the song they don’t sing out loud and the colors they sometimes keep hidden.
When in doubt, just BELONG. Go ahead and belong.It’s your world so belong. It belongs to you, so belong.
The lights from the sidewalk fascinate, the neons merge with the light of cars speeding by and movement becomes its own purpose, an end in itself.