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There is a music
That only I can seem to hear.
It's in the movement of pedestrians,
In the image of crows squawking
With their thick inky sounds
bubbling up and spilling over.
It's in the soft Melody of clouds
As they scuttle across the blue,
Changing shape and then
Disappearing
All together.
It's in the solitude of a snail
On the sidewalk,
In the garden,
That feels like the throaty hum
Of a harmonica.
There seems to be a Music
That only I can hear,
But only when I can't.
- g.g.j
Ink
the ink flows from my pen like velvet like water like thick sludge, giving life to the Words and Feelings that have remained hidden and Dead for so long.
- g.g.j
Paper and Ink
There is a beauty in paper and ink. no chance is there to edit to delete. words lay on the page as if they were Tattooed Trees, irreversible irreplaceable.
- g.g.j
Dusk
Is there a name for the colour of the sky just before dusk, when the clouds can be dyed with spun gold?
- g.g.j
Acoustic Mirage
Acoustic Mirage: when the brain uses white noise and it becomes Voices or sounds. it’s what happens when I hear your voice say my name and i am alone and missing you.
- g.g.j
{no title 2}
There is a deep unease settled within me, and it keeps me trapped and gasping for air.
- g.g.j
Summary:
“I wouldn’t, if I were you.”
She glances as the blonde then back down at the candy a few times before it clicks.
“Oh…”
“Yeah.”
OR
They get high on a roof. That’s it, that’s the plot.
Happy 4/20 folks