Today is a water day, a "pond" day, a day to pry open the portal for the stores of creativity whose flooding roar deafens me. Restlessness wracks my bones. Scattered ideas and remnants of artistic ghosts invade the empty space causing nausea. I open the kitchen slider with the expectation of clarity. My mother used to keep the car window open all the time, regardless of weather. I loved that. If I put this self in a situation of riding in a vehicle, I open the window to this day. Preferably though, I walk. The wind swirls around my form, caressing me gently into action, prodding with support to continue onward. Dishes are done. Lunch and dinner prepared. Nothing left to chain me in here, save the fear of the unknown.
DIO
Philosopher, Author, Artist, and no thing in particular. Beyond description. Completely unknown, yet totally familiar. Knows no thing and re-members every thing...same as you.
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