Sometimes I like to sit outside in the early evening or morning and look up at the sky. I like to imagine that somewhere there is another person looking up at the sky thinking the exact same thoughts I am.
They might be in another country, thinking my same thoughts in another language. I like the idea that nobody owns the sky even if they dearly want to. It has inspired notions and sentiments that seemed to lack basic sanity, poets, dreamers and schemers. Maybe I am all of those.
Hang out and chat, but don’t rec Pony Party, visit some of the other excellent selections on the diary list.
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I am pretty tired will be hitting the sack soon. PS I work nights, I am not just chronically lazy.
to crystalline globules dripping down and trees turn neon green and float off into space one at a time, you know it’s time to come down off the mountain.