in the delectable haze of creative flow,
i did not catch the time slipping to early monday morning.
full moon magic produced words like i’ve never expressed. there is an understanding now, between me and the universe: an understanding of writing, as a practice. of words being like a wine bottled yesterday: needing to ripen with age.
life was built to explore.
no one will play tour guide.
there is no use in hiding expression.
This entry was published on January 28, 2013 at 12:20 am and is filed under creative conversation
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