I'm late to this space I see..
a phew then, a bit of sit, a sigh and now I'm ready.
Today has been lived at a rather leisurely pace, what with a couple pending not so important yet better to do them right away kind of things and some pending blogging I've been able to sit through pretty, though without any much time to write anything down here, my favourite mental spot to be.
It's like I come here to picnic, leaving morsel of words to be found while running on a treasure hunt of my own through refreshes and different URL's..coming across treasure troves of lines and paragraphs and lovely rants and hate essays, day updates, little poems, sometimes voices or confessions, or little notes of shy adulation, angry affirmation, wise revelations and photographs indeed.
Ah, I revel in them, live for them and use them as mortar to build my day into a beautiful sanctum where only I know I can be.
My fantastical castle made of perfumes known to nobody but me. ceilinged with clouds of white dreams; sweet to kiss a touch of wisp the feel of fluff..walled in porous time zones with the preposterous ability to reach inside a space that dwells within a cave of a mind, hidden in a drawer of infinite possibilities.
drawer to which only I have the key, in exchange for mine of course..
these drawers with an invisible coop for transparent beings to reside in during moments of hurt, loneliness, dreams, thoughts, memories..through all that shan't ever be seen..
hearts
a phew then, a bit of sit, a sigh and now I'm ready.
Today has been lived at a rather leisurely pace, what with a couple pending not so important yet better to do them right away kind of things and some pending blogging I've been able to sit through pretty, though without any much time to write anything down here, my favourite mental spot to be.
It's like I come here to picnic, leaving morsel of words to be found while running on a treasure hunt of my own through refreshes and different URL's..coming across treasure troves of lines and paragraphs and lovely rants and hate essays, day updates, little poems, sometimes voices or confessions, or little notes of shy adulation, angry affirmation, wise revelations and photographs indeed.
Ah, I revel in them, live for them and use them as mortar to build my day into a beautiful sanctum where only I know I can be.
My fantastical castle made of perfumes known to nobody but me. ceilinged with clouds of white dreams; sweet to kiss a touch of wisp the feel of fluff..walled in porous time zones with the preposterous ability to reach inside a space that dwells within a cave of a mind, hidden in a drawer of infinite possibilities.
drawer to which only I have the key, in exchange for mine of course..
these drawers with an invisible coop for transparent beings to reside in during moments of hurt, loneliness, dreams, thoughts, memories..through all that shan't ever be seen..
hearts
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