I often wonder in which direction I am going and this space used to be my retreat when I felt all was chaos. How can someone be present yet be a ghost while in the presence of others. Not sure how but I seem to have been able to master it. To be at home but yet lose my dog. To be surrounded by the hundredths yet feel disconnected. I see the beauty and I am not blind to the wonderment of it all but for a moment... I find that place where they too have sense the loneliness.
|Forsyth Park Savannah GA|
Regardless of all the glitter and rainbows I lose myself in the music until I become a part of it as well. This sound fills the void and appeases this cotton candy head of mine.
Today I sat on a tree and whispered to the wind. I swear I saw the breeze carry it out getting lost in the horizon. My prayers and the eternal changing of the seasons. The dog came back with the same ole' musky smell and attitude but it feels right and I am sharing some pink wine and a cigarette and we are looking at the stars leaving me starry eyed.
The week is moving as it should and tomorrow will begin another weekend. I hope my mind will be back soon. Later peeps and please stay sweet...