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i was going to write something.
there was a spark of an idea a few hours back. It felt real important at the time.
Sometime between then and now it vanished.
And I don't really care.
That's been happening a lot lately. In fact, detachment and release seems to be the only mode I'm operating in. Clearing things - constant clearing of whatever is at hand.
I dig it: having no short term memory. Rousting about like a lab rat not knowing what's around the corner, only what's right here. Now.
and Now.
NOW.
All the clutter, physical and otherwise, smoking it away. Shuffling it off the end of the pier.
Jettison and release.
Bye bye. See ya.
Maybe that's what I was thinking about. Come to thnk of it, it WAS something like that.
What was I talking about?
bye bye.
Comments
meh...
Posted by: fur | September 8, 2007 01:33 AM