Creative, chaotic, innocent and descriptive. Wisdom blooming, and I am forever reaching, grasping, yearning for the release of tacit expression. Lips tingling with an unrestrained tongue, my mind flashes insight and illustration, confusion and intention.. This, in a breeding desire to guide dandelion thoughts into a cohesion that clicks, interpretively, into place.
So....I'm loony.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
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