
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
It’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
What do you see?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
The mind is complex.
It stores information.
It reasons.
It’s also creative.
I see a butterfly and its shadow.
What do you see?
I need to touch you.
Feel your softness.
I’ve been alone too long.
Without a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold.
But a fire burns in me.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The Milky Way as seen from Antelope Canyon, Arizona
The Milky Way or maybe
a journey into the unknown.
A blood red adventure
transcending time and space.
A wild ride through the galaxies.
Flying high on a shooting star.
Tilting at rainbows and moonbeams.
Close your eyes and feel the red.
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
Pies baking.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can hear it.
I can taste it.
Bring it on.
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
CLEAN ME
Clean me.
Wet me.
Drench me.
Free me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Clean me.