waiting_for_inspiration squint my toes squirm in rainbow socks and i sit at a black keyboard feeling the colors around me trying to make me worthwhile in a structure of emotion or maybe just a plain where i can find silent peace for these moments that i write. I feel my only perfection as a sweet liquid ink pouring figuratively from my fingertips in bunches of words i have picked up through my life hitchhiking their way in my mouth and some slide down my arms and rest peacefully at my wrists waiting for their departure. I feel real when i write. So Everything is an inbetween moment like the hallway from the airplane to the airport where the air is strange and so mixed so confused, and the lights are an eerie dim yellow in this inbetween zone where so many emotions churn in my stomach. everything is like that its the waiting until i have inspiration. my life is a pause between paragraphs... but it feels so good when i feel real like this. 020526 ... god can_never_be 020618 ... pipedream my god....how did you know, squint? bravo! *applause* bullseye! :) 030504 ... randomly recent ! 040123 what's it to you? who go blather from