The skin glows warm.\u00c2\u00a0 Thoughts escape like gases set free underwater.\u00c2\u00a0 Upon arising, each one pops with an idea.\u00c2\u00a0 The idea pervades the air.\u00c2\u00a0 My air is thick with the scent of my thoughts.\u00c2\u00a0 I dare not move as I might disrupt them as they wisp and wane around my hair like smoke.\u00c2\u00a0 They stain my clothing and evade my cleaning agents.\u00c2\u00a0 I cannot get away from them, nor would I want to as they are mine all mine.\u00c2\u00a0 I put my nose to them and inhale deeply, ingesting them again and again.<\/p>\n
A bouquet of thoughts, ideas, fantasies.\u00c2\u00a0 I arrange them in my favorite vase and look to them as they are pretty.\u00c2\u00a0 I may get distracted from time to time, but they never die… I’ve tried to let them dry up but they only get bigger and more beautiful.\u00c2\u00a0 So, I pet them almost daily.\u00c2\u00a0 I take them for walks and take pictures of them.\u00c2\u00a0 Sometimes I even let them rain on me.<\/p>\n
But if I make a move out loud, they are gone… like magical creatures in the forest, I must tread lightly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The skin glows warm.\u00c2\u00a0 Thoughts escape like gases set free underwater.\u00c2\u00a0 Upon arising, each one pops with an idea.\u00c2\u00a0 The idea pervades the air.\u00c2\u00a0 My air is thick with the scent of my thoughts.\u00c2\u00a0 I dare not move as I … Continue reading