This is a word sentence paragraph novel. Understood for skylight river flow of rain it came and went. The sun still shines through the window. Gravy for a sense of things. A stomach knowing feet up caution. Step or hurry up because you are excited about getting there on time.
These words are coming along for the ride. These are people not poetry filing a notion in motion. There is a sense to this feeling. When you do not try to work it out. There is a river in your mind. And behind you there is heartfelt giving you good wishes for the morning. Tomorrow it starts up again and listen. Forever in your department and listening and looking and feeling the air apparently.
There is no mind so don’t pay it any. The wind is a song in your heart remembering. Catch phrase. Stars sing out at last the first big sign of your success and reading the reviews you know it. There’s a picture of you somewhere. Wash your clothes.
Over time the line drawn sands shift water wash away. How long can it go on. Going for the way of it being it and the spirit of the place. A place anywhere that’s living. And beyond the story sense of it repeated like a narrative of being true to how they see it be or else. A strong singer so to speak. Speaker sayer. Telling it a version that’s compelling. And then love.
A communion congregation. A musician and it isn’t a magician. Water for drinking and to catch a fall. It’s the recipe. Blown up injury and that’s an athlete for you playing chesterfield ghost party interest. A comedian or two at the same time.
What about the dog. Is someone with her. Is there anybody knowing how it is supposed to be it going. And an antsy working way of being there in charge of it. Good to go with luck and peace of mind. Any dressing?