Thursday, March 31, 2011

not quite midnight

march first mud puddles splashed daisies (yellow) into my heart and swept me sunny down new paths and roads that I'd forgotten and it never stops shocking me the fact that life just moves moves falls flows if you live breath to breath the world spins you spin and somehow come round right no not as easy as it sounds but messy bits of joy build up reasons gifts and hearts expand and deepen and yes, the clock still leaves room for madness the jutted jaws and bright eyes fire up miracles and memory hard full work this is how it goes so let's keep closing places down after hours when midnight strikes it will be good, days are different fresh and fine...


finished march-ing, april go!

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