Just fresh off the brainstorming page…coffee is for conversation, not “to go”.
I sat still today
a dangerous split
from all things unhealthy
Wondering what I would think about
My tongue tasted the emptiness
My eyes – at first skittish –
began to rest
stare even – to the discomfort of those around me
like a gasping fish
soaking up an unrecognizable world
painted in fuchsia.
And apart from the instant filters that flicker
in and through and over
What do I?
What do I
The lack of voice inside my head is loud
conversations wait for words
un-deleted and unannounced
A whole spontaneous world available
to make beautiful mistakes.