I clear the work space and wait...

First come distractions: 

thirst, chocolate nudges

dreams, plans

Here come the kids

then needs

Waiting...

Can't I just fall in love & call it a day?

what is the reason for this delay...

I felt to myself

and found out my love language

is Surprise

P.S. I loved driving this car. "Yo, passenger! Get out and switch the hub locks!" 

baptisma pyros

I felt were I to scream

I would burn down the floor

the people below, the house

Ire swept the room clean, spotless 

In that new emptiness I unraveled myself

took on its shape, there was enough space

to be me - unwedged, uninsulated

anger-stripped of all fears, prejudice 

Don't back away, I'm warmer now

The base of my life
are the dreams
pulled out from the outer heart
into the inner space
Pushed out through the 8dance
Locked into widening of perspective

 

I kid you not

I'm supposed to be working

Day 6 and still nothing

no food, no spark

Photoshop, text clot

humming laptop

Take me skiing

away from this op