#create without posessing

[lightningstrucktree-blog]

not my melody

Muses sing through me       when i close my eyes    my fingers twitched          by puppet strings   my mind, just swinging hammars             & tightly coiled vibrations They orchestrate me       an ivory bird         made of piano keys      singing & soaring   I could lose all my memories here,

I could breathe & be breathed      transformed & released

   into this vast, misty world          of other-than me