bliss
…tracing those familiar lines around the footpaths in one’s mind. drawing close to sleep. yet still drawing, tracing. Eyes wide open. Wired in.
Edginess. Nerve. Familiarity. Cause, and effect.
Refresh and repeat. Write and destroy. Create, leave, recycle. Away. Busy. Do Not Disturb.
Refresh. Refresh. Stare. Write. Reply. Receive. Reply. Receive. Reply. Refresh. Refresh. Sigh. Sign Out.
My petrified mutterings pale into the background; you have wired me into your life support.
Intraveinous drips of creation were slid effortlessly in, and pump sparks of energy through, around, into, out of. All that I am. All that I have been. All that I can be.
Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.
You weave the colours in to a monochrome life. You are the splashes of colour in the artist’s palette, if the artist were only given a greyscale tool. The glint of light which displays a rainbow on dull surfaces.
The arpeggios sweep me away every time.
Don’t stop the way you are. It is perfect.
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