Where do I begin, story tellers must think the same thing silently as they choose their words carefully as to truly reflex their thoughts. As do I tonight 11p pst. I’ve a feeling my sleep patterns are shifting again, regardless tonight let’s look at the thing that’s been evolving today whilst the world spun.
first a little music for the soul and for those on their was to work, a little bus stop entertainment. This time let’s start with the close up and finish big, shall we?
Tread lightly on this summers breeze
In the dark of your heart
For it will consume all that you are
Leaving you but like a shell
Cast away by the sea
Eaten and plucked whole
Then we come to a pausing point, so let’s take a look at the full piece. Please keep in mind this work is unfinished.
“A life in progress”