Write

if the sun announces her heat is waxing i shall gather up fire from the four corners of the universe and feed her stars by the dozen.

the world is moving. skies caressing the soft and sometimes abrasive contours of Earth. An entire carnival of spectacular events announcing their presence to any and all who are aware.

That my pen never dries is no reason to fear insanity.

It is how the mini-cosmic froth of ideas are born within our kind.

Stay true. Stay firm. Stay within that which provides you love and warmth. Write.

:: 03.07.2020 ::