A street corner you may want to travel to some time to think about feelings or talk about thoughts .A place to laugh, cry and write in the sky.
Friday, June 15, 2007
She staggered out of bed, swirling thoughts trying to pull her back into the bliss of rainbow dreams. What the hell was happening to time? The weeks were passing in a blur so it seemed like Fridays were coming in bunches, like bananas. Time to write a 55, Was it possible without inspiration? Apparently yes.
The pic is just so I can look at lime over my glasses.