whirlwinds

Monday is a Willy-Willy. (whirlwind)not literally, figuratively speaking. Mondays blow me every which way. in some dark corner of my mind there is a fertile moss that wraps me in its arms and whispers to me in a perpetual state of conversation. words run thick like tar, slowly but purposeful.

a new world has birthed itself in that mossy dark space and it enthrals me for I know not where it will lead. if anywhere at all. I stay, not for the food, but for the dance. I shall remain there until the final strains are nothing more than a memory, long after the echo has fled.

I have much to do today and I would wish to do none of it. the real world always puts a kink in my plans

2009-06-15 12:12 p.m.