Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

don’t come looking

…i’m never going home.

[on the run. again. waiting for the last piece of past to catch up. careering across the countryside and drinking in the sky. ]

watch out! you might collide with soggy doves flying in drunk skies.

Isn’t going home inevitable, we’re all nomads in one way or another. May the sky be plentiful.

I want to be in that picture. Now. Please.

Love that photo.

Very nice. You absorb the metaphysical and existential into your everyday and make good poretry.

pigeonhead: um, eek.
chichard41: perhaps it is inevitable…however if one has no home…?
Ani: sit atop a car speeding through countryside and you can be!
Lilli: neeooooowwwwww. thank you.
Drodbar: perhaps it’s more about the non happening than the happening.

I ran so fast once, my vision was as blurry and as beautiful as that picture. just kidding. Back then, my dad used to travel a lot with me and this pic reminds me of that. Also reminds me of one of my poems too

ekhosama: memories and etching and…

[this pitcure was taken whilst limbs splaying through windows and sunroof and fools on hills dancing in the time between halflight and twilight, hiding from daylight and skidding on nightlight. the air is clearer in places; the views are deeper and the sky is large. i have been visiting these places often.]

That’s what the world looks to me when I wake up.

I hate it when my eyes hydrate though.

It reminds me of Lamartine’s famous line: “Ô temps, suspends ton vol.” Kudoz!

andophiroxia: hydration is part of life
cendrine: no-one can stop moving…