I see my name scribbled at the begining of a new page.....im not sure what words will follow,
but mostly thats just the way i like it.I live contently between the golden mean..
the little and the great.
A space of lightness and brightness,
half illusory, half not.I never say the the yes that i don't mean,
but somtimes......the no that i always meant.What everyone is after, is to turn their pages but you can't..... i love that calm unhurried way.....time...no one can take it away from you.When we wake, no one recieves either more or less than you recieve.
You can only waste pushing the moments.
Make them your own...believe it,share it...it is kept for you.
keen scribbler, observer and daydreamer...
