I feel like roadkill.
My hair is full of sticker burs and I'm sunburnt. It feels good. I laid out on the hill and let the sun and the wind bleach everything out of me and make me new again. Heaviness, and fullness.
I have a friend who is full of broken bones. It will take time, but slowly, if undisturbed, they will knit themselves back together again. It is the nature of something that belongs to come back to itself.
All there is left to do is wait.
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...it is like looking back to tomorrow...and beyond...:)
ReplyDeleteluv, -boris-
oo tell me what you mean?
ReplyDeletevery spooky sound and video express the essence of the lone artists dilemma, and yes the bones are knitting even now thanks to you.
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