scrawl

give me paper i can parse with my thumbs. put ink in a stick and let me ravage the paper with my scrawls of existential wander.

let me summon patti smith to read to me what the wind is saying on the first day of spring. let me take notes on what i see, hear, touch, smell, taste, AND FEEL.

i want to remember my feelings use them as reference points, literary devices, and tools to get my ship upright & floating again.

pluck me an apple from the depths of fall, eat it with the love you have for what you most desire, and drop the seeds into your vest pocket - sew it up and put it on me.

let me fly

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if you've made it this far - i applaud you. you made it!

this is just some shit i wrote in my journal the other night, and i wanted to share it with you along with a couple of images i made. using images i found on walks of nature and some geometric shapes i scrawled on a screen.

no matter how dark the days get or how long the nights slumber - don't forget to stick your toes in the marmalade my friends.

love

-s