Thick and wet
solid banks of
distilled gray
cotton candy
Sopping rags
contain the
turgid film
of invisible
wet tape
It hangs
consistently
ever present
in every direction
Containing my
bubble of reality
Which only
begins to exist
when it is
absorbed
into the
space
of
another
Author notes
Gray days, not depressing, just impersonal.. But in an enlightened detached sort of way...
What did you feel/think/notice/care about, any response at all?
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When reading your writting I find, that I have to make sure to concentrate on the meaning behind the words, elsewise, I am left with a handful of lovely adjectives.......... I really liked this one. You painted quite a picture.
On a personal note, my email is down due to a good six inches of snow........
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*woo hoo* I love you writings. That's all there is to it!
Slightly abstract, lovely and I completley enjoyed the trip (it was worth it!!)
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