ECHO

4-26-2022AD Planet Earth . Third planet from the sun

Inside the

The storm

The fog

My essence

lives

imperfect

mist of solitude.

Silence screams

longing to escape

echoes, I am.

Hey, I am

as I am

and then some.

Silence speaks

my name

in ghostly

spheres

of

solitude.

Sara

Relevant thoughts on art and life in the 21st century planet Earth

What am I so afraid anyway?….death, life, living life? Other peoples judgements, my dog dying or my friends and family….change..no change. Everything staying the same to the point of boredom. Nah. That will never happen with me. My mind is never still. Bipolar that I am and proud of it. I am proud to be a coal minders daughter . Jus kidding about the coal minders part. But the bipolo is right. Correct as the case may be. Who am I to judge...More of the list. My thoughts are easily hijacked . That why I can never get anything done. Ever.

Old age, looking old, being old, vicious dogs, deep water where I can not see the bottom. I once went across Kitch-iti-kipi Spring in Michigan’s U.P. on a raft and that was cool.I could see the bottom. It was kinda deep but, water so clear, it was like the bottom was the top.

See I wadn’t jokin bout being easily distracted. Drowning in deep water. LOL. Duh.,flying in manmade contraptions, if I had my own wings tho, I’d be cool.war kinda yes and kinda no cause I have never had a war right in my own backyard so.. it hard for me to visualize. Sickness , failure.

Weirdly enough the last one on my list is the worst of them all. The older I get the more I realize that my time is running out. Since I know that I am no longer a spring chicken.

I fear the most know that I will never even if I live to the ripe age of 120 years ever going to do all that I want to do with my life or with my art and now we finalllly speak of ART and creativity. Creative commons Mr.Rafi called it. Cause I know that all my creative ideas and thoughts on anything are not now original. Nor will they EVER be original. Everything is jus a building on what has come before that. Yet, I can hope. Art, writing, becoming, ( stay tuned to chapter 2 next week for more exciting drivel . Is drivel even a word. Driven IS a word. That much I do know. I AM DRIVEN like an out of control semi on an icy mountain to create awesome and wonderful ORIGINAL( what does that really mean anyway.?) ART.. despite reality speaking otherwise in a language I do not fully understand. But, I am trying desperately to make sense of art and life. And life and art.

So … peace and love, sara …

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