the best apples on the tree tops of mountains blimp birdies the temperature in arizona christmas gifts in the closet the worst kind of tide at the beach sounds that break glass and chip ice
The way my brain works seems queer. I walk about this earth in a manner as everyone else. In such a hurry to get from place A, to B, finish task X and talk to person Y. But sometimes I think about what I'm doing and how I'm living in a way that is artistic. The words swirl into perfect formation, and reflects my heart to a T.