*These were some words that fell off my fingertips a couple of weeks ago. I’d responded to a prompt: “In the last light of January…”. The words popped up again tonight. I wanted to remember them so I am putting them here. That’s how I do things sometimes.
It is as though you were inside my head… taking my thoughts and writing them down with cloud vapor. Just there for a second and then on to the next. If only breathing in and breathing out could drain all the jagged lightning bolts that surprise and shatter curious moments.
I will turn my head inside out so our thoughts can lift like the fog…. My thought boutique is closed . Onward to just being here now. 🙏🏻💕👏🏻
It is as though you were inside my head… taking my thoughts and writing them down with cloud vapor. Just there for a second and then on to the next. If only breathing in and breathing out could drain all the jagged lightning bolts that surprise and shatter curious moments.
I will turn my head inside out so our thoughts can lift like the fog…. My thought boutique is closed . Onward to just being here now. 🙏🏻💕👏🏻
Ah, yes. and curious.
Soon you’ll be out in the springtime world and I can’t wait to see the pictures and hear about the things you’ll do there.
Gorgeous photo of window!!!👏🏻👏🏻🤗