......Thinking About.......................Lady Blaze

....thinking about doodling about walking down streets
peeping into random coffee and pawn shops..

...but nobody else seems to care as much as I about
accordian music and the smell of brazilian coffee beans, so..

..that old dusty feeling one gets when one can't quite remember
the rest of a warm memory, so you fill in the gaps with
bits and pieces of some other thing that's not quite it..

...letting everything just drift past for a bit, slowing down
the plow, as my gran would call it, but I don't really think
it means I'm being less productive, per se..

...if you look too long and hard at something and then look quickly away, yeah,
that's how it was when I saw her, it was like
in that one look there was enough residual beauty that
the rest of the world, for a time, held me under the same
mysterious power...it was wonderful..

..I'd jot down a few notes here and there, but
never a complete picture - maybe later, I'd say to myself,
maybe later..

...I never understood it, either, someday..

..yeah, there're troubles, people you'd never expect try
stealing things that somehow mean more to you, than
if you were comfortably at home, safe..











-- Something..a bit different than usual..kind of like newspaper clippings from the same day or something, I don't know.. Tell me if you dig it..

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