topics and words have been streaming quickly past me, just out of reach like silver smoke in syncopated wind.
two days of sleep and turquoise calm.
it's strange, this reassuring purity of soul.
and the mesh filter that's got me listening to Josh Groban and dreaming of dancing.
it almost seems uncalled for, the unsolicited beauty and unwarranted ethereal reality.
they're cryptic meanderings, no?
they're all i've got today as i'm feeling more tender and gentle today than usual.