littleredwriter

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you're crawling over me
am i your little stone?
...all shiny and slick,
guess i'm wet behind the ears.

your feet feel so heavy as
you're crawling over me...
you're shiny little stone,
that you intend to cast aside.

-to be continued...

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sometimes... i feel so inspired yet incredibly stuck... i am stuck..sometimes i let small things bother me...sometimes i wonder if i will ever grow up...sometimes i want to thorw a good old fashioned temper tantrum like in the old days, full on-on the floor with my face down...kicking my feet and pounding my arms...but i am an adult and this behaviour is not appropriate and definitely not accepted which, i suppose is why i write and paint and go to the gym and hike...


time for dreamland...


...all i can be is real...