The things

I rest in places where my head can fit in my hands with out blinking. Which is to say I do not rest for long periods of time and space. My mind captures all these ideas as they dance behind my eyes and then onto the page or canvas.

We are only still in blinks. The making s of loud voices whispered into dreams.

Naked to all the rest of the world and how we wish the books to end before we pick them up. The shower may be the most honest we are all day.




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