EverythingSheSeas

I slept way too late this morning-or afternoon rather. then I drank way too much coffee and danced around the house half-naked. Crazy and happily free.

 Boy, it feels good to be alone. 

I went out in the car, talked to an old friend, made a wrong turn..or a few wrong turns and wound up at a dead end. 

Only, it wasn’t really a dead end because where the road ended, it began at a body of water. A beautiful Blue body of water- painted with splashes of Greens, and the after noon sky Blues reflecting. Reeds happily dancing in the March northeast winds.  It was a “perfect” sight to stumble upon. 

And then for no reason at all, I lit a cigarette. 

My first rolled cigarette in months- since walking around empty new 4 A.M. European city streets. 

And as my head started to continuously become lighter and lighter up into space, I fell back into that daze. 

I put it out after finishing less then half of it. Then I threw it in a trash can and drove away. 

Minutes later I almost lost my debit card. 

I don’t know why i felt the urge to smoke that cigarette. But for some reason I started thinking it would help with my creative thoughts. Specifically, my writing, or lack there of. Im not sure it actually will..probably not. 

That was just a silly concept..an excuse. 

And I can honestly say that my mind is now racing a few hundred miles faster then it already was. 

Even after all that coffee.

Once upon a time I rolled through the state Of California in a train. 

And even further up to Portland Oregon.

True Blue Ocean views, 

and a snow filled mountain sunrise too.

It was life changing. 

Heavy Gray Fast Paced Rains 

Its the beginning of the week

A Perfect Day to spend in bed sharing stories of the last few months on the road away from home. A perfect day to reunite after months apart

But you're not home. You should've  been.

But things change. When you least expect them too.

I’ll stare out the window pane make music to the pouring rain. Pray for some things to make me feel insane. So I can make sense of all thats been lacking. In my creative mind and hopeless romantic life.

And then maybe Ill see you in 3 days time. 

With a song or two, perhaps a poem. 

Something for the two of us

to reflect on