in time
                                         these colours



will


                  all                                                          
                                          




                           cometogether
















































i am so glad you made it here.  

shit, i hardly know how i made it here.  

(i was gonna follow that with a sentence including the words "how the hell did this brain make it here" because i thought of a few different ways to phrase it that were catchy &/or funny &/or cute.  

then i overthought it and tried to rephrase it along the lungs of eye don't know how the neck this nervous system made it ear boning to the beat of my skipitty-do-da heart considering all things i did with people places and i saw

& felt.  so much.   i understand an all a lot a love and shine mo bettah nah.)        now.

which is to honestly say that i understand nothing, perfectly.

but i digress, Dear Madam or Sir.  i am so glad you made it here because i am trying to keep this space quiet & colourful with a sweet cicada song set to a grasshopper beat & i know that you dance. 






                                       ~ ~ ~  ~   ~       ~







                    i                           you                                       we 
                               space
                            time
                              live 
art
objects
things
history
words
          feel ( hurt&love&sex&sun

        
                                           

                                      this colour








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