Oct 14, 2017
Half of the time. Mindless running, working, spooning, spinning plates on stilted legs. Balancing spoons on my nose. Breathe hot breath up close to me, up close to my, up in the sky where daydreams go like all the pink smoke and blue water, turquoise, clear down to the bottom. You live down there, if you could and we all would. There is no sound and no clear sight, just wavy mirrors and wavy dreams.
-Sabi Lou
