I haven’t written like I used to for a while.a paragraphed free flow style of non poetic thinking writing. Just wandering in vast unmeasurable imaginations and possibilities of a vortex of which I think; yet within all that bla, there is a fear that comes up; Rejection, the naught of my being. I dread it with my deepest heart, it’s because my deepest heart feels vulnerable and under potential threat. The past pains and traumas of my emotion creeping up through my spores onto my skin.
I remember you going the wrong way when you entered my movie; the new mental obsession that my mind so easily latched to the thought of what could be while halted in what was making what is come out now; as I write and you read this, a memoir of another lonely night under the moon wallowing in the mire of paradoxical thought process.

Across the lake I hear a party, I sit in my stillness to allow the sounds travel across the mirror like body of water that’s beneath me. Not a single breath of wind or flow of breeze exists at this moment. The silence is so loud that the lake is carrying the sound across and the trees are amplifying their humidity making their frequency jump right into my ears.

Light up the sky Miss moon. My eyes shine with you. All night tonight until your full I am yours. I am with you, inevitably through a new progression of happenings.