Thursday, November 6, 2008
A clip from a blueberry night.
The stars are all connected by string and carried around by a woman with a thousand balloons, the world is drenched in cold, which in turn is defeated by firelight. I breath liquid blueberries, staring up as they float away into a blue moon. I'm a great cat in a fur coat stalking around a fire. I'm lightheaded and happy. I just got off the merry-go-round. the world has gone a little fuzzy around the edges but focus has become more clear. Everything sparkles not just me. It all falls into place I'm waiting, talking, running, the sun begins to raise I wonder what happens to the stars, I prolong so much as possible, this blueberry night.
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HA I love it. I wish i could have been there for the whole thing. but while you were off chasing starlight, I was boiling out my insides in an effort to scare out the creatures that inhabit my lungs. After sweating out the worst of it, and finally able to close my eyes,there was a knock at my door. A familiar face that made me smile so many times. Days later I awoke next to a fire, I was enjoying the sounds of a friend conversing with the spirits that circled the warmth from the fire.
:) good times
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