follow the rainbows, butterflies, and bunnies
“She sits there disconnected, flowing thoughts to pen…
Black nailed beauty with headphones dangling as earnings. Legs crossed, daintfully, the feminine prevails through her writing. I long to know her world. Writing in pencil vs. pen, erasable words released..
–Song lyrics? A story of her soul? I will never know. A pause in time to channel universal beauties through her pulsing nerves, then she continues on, a blank canvas, molded consciousness on paper.
–It’s as though her rushing hand spurs my mind, her presenece mingles with mine, leaving me here, observing from behind
as a child watching the bird, longing to capture its freedom flight
mind travel.
I want to go with her there.”
