sun dancing under bluebird skies on snowis the purest solace i’ll ever knowski gliding down the mountainthrough silver woods and deer parkpast silent evergreens frosted in whiteplaying in powderand laughing with aunt gladyswhile swooshing down back diamondson the backsidewaltzing along whiskey jackand traversing the big dipperwith crushed boots learning to carve peaceful pleasure fills my…
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wander alone.
noise surrounds us. most of it static. infused confusion by the chaos of the mad beat hustle. but here in the conservation of nature i’m able to lay within my thoughts. space to contemplate. freedom to listen to a conversation with myself. to rant and ramble; ponder and philosophize. to speak a nonsensical tangent that…
the bedlam of your beauty.
i find myself frequently penning these words together lately. like most of my scribes the meaning unfolds after i’ve had a moment to digest the sounds of their syllables. so, i thought i would elaborate on this incognito phrase in more intimate detail. indulge me with your curiosity if you will dear reader. bed•lam, noun:…
static confusion. 