Friday, April 14, 2017

from Mon., 4/10

I step out into the pungent scent of hidden flowers. I can pictuer them, springing purple, bursting from the earth and hanging like grapes. Light pink, shedding from trees. Why would I want to sleep when I know I can't dream up anything better than this?


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Tug.

Feel the flick
and the pull.

Excitement..


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I fall into my bed,

the ocean,

sheets and blankets,
drown me in comfort,
my consciousness,
lost and found.






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