~: El baile verde no problem

AN IDEA IS LIKE AND AFFAIR OF THE HEART

It comes to you when you least expect it. You feel it for a second, then it disappears. And later it's back. Flooding your thoughts. Keeping you awake at night.

You're distracted. It tauns you. You want it. You fight it. Things get heated. What at first seemed simple is suddenly
complex.

You keep fighting. You break through. You have to try a little harder. It's all consuming.
It's blood.
It's sweat. It's tears.
And you get what you came for. Time passes and you move on, occasionally and nostalgically, remembering only the ease of it all. The beauty of exploration. Of falling in and out of something that, in it's own way, changed evertything, even if it was in the smallest of ways,
forever.

Britt
McCamey

viernes, noviembre 11

El baile verde no problem

No puedo estar tan loca, tengo que escribir y mis dedos se deshacen en la fauna mental del continuo crecer profundo de los ríos existenciales de vuestra ocasión, la Nave Ocasión de la concentración. tenías razón, todo está vivo porque todo tiene su energía, qué encantador. Empiezo a necesitar leerte desde los pies. Dedo meñique.
-domadores de sí- iba por esa parte y la poesía le bailaba allí cerca del sector del divino maestro san buda en el Tíbet, madre mía.
Son ideas, las reacciones que surgen pero ¿de dónde?
Este descargo te deja libre de cosas imprecisas; y sigo sin poder transmitir coherentemente... chau.

(igual sos parte de mí)