morning jackets and cotton nighties
natural sunlight in the morning with coffee in my tea cup. extra milk and satin sheets. silk soy. dreams that end in unicorn rides. a rainbow will do.
double bass in the background and melodic jazz notes floating up to the ceiling, staying there like helium balloons / bounce
knitting needles in my hair, long long hair and analogue everything.
jade plant casting shadows. shapes on my wall. i trace them with my pencil.
notions for the past and an open view for the future. one one two three four.
sipping in this moment, one sip, two. coffee / done /
niagara / missing days at frog pond farm
call display gives me away when i call old friends with skype. its really too bad. i almost had her, jen coorsh. but i cant fool her. even if there was no display, somehow she always knows.
:)
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