Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Friday, June 12, 2009
It feels to me,that, every little thing is a piece of other little things, making big things and on and on and on. This is a middle sized piece of something much larger.