Bliss and realization

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.
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Distant horizon, a slow twirl of the mind and I see it forming.
Something deep inside of me knows that this picture, I must see painted.

There’s red and blush pink, there’s a hint of yellow.
Strands of colour and a dark form.
Years might pass and i could sit here watching the scene unfold.
It begins to fill with light.
It fascinates, the light beckons.
Dire anticipation.
Sweet longing.
Secret fear.


Woof! Taffy sees a doggy friend.

My reverie is broken.
as the trees fold into focus i see fleeting glimpses of the unfinished frame...
lilting tunes fading

And then, like the crescendo that was never anticipated...
Realization dawns.


And I, Smile.

Bliss

Late into the night, and the air hangs heavy.

After a series of shitty days and nights (no you won’t get to read about that, this blog is dedicated to the “nice” of life ;) ) ive been working all day and a high sense of satisfaction is coursing through my mind. High enough to make me laugh at all the power cuts. That is high enough if you know me and my violent outbursts.

My balcony is strategically planned to capture even the lightest drift of wind... I sit on my swing and the whish whoosh just perfectly complements my mood. A song flies by, but of course it should. Fool’s garden, Lemon tree “nothing ever happens and I wonder”
Have you ever wanted to drive through winding roads, the car top down and the wind in your hair? Yes? Hell yeah? I thought so :)
But to feel like you ARE treading unknown paths when swinging in your own front yard, this I attribute to the transporting power of music (and my hyper active creativity, but we’ll get to that later)

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Song-on-loop. Playing every riff, not missing a beat.
Mind drifts, thinks, drifts some more. I feel every word enveloping my mind and more thoughts come. It’s like watching one of those movies unfold, you know, where the colours and words swirl around and then freeze at the prefect scene. Complete with background music, special effects et al.

I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me.