Don’t go anywhere without pen and notebook
I am lifted some feet from the ground and up to high skies while words pull me back to the bed
I wrote under a bunch of my drawings “How do you find your voice”?
I said to myself “Don’t hang on to every word” and tear left my eye
I am crystal clear when I say, people who are alive on the same lifespan…
I do two circles around myself and stumble on the final move
I write in my notebook “Dare to write about altered youth”
I write in my notebook “Fight for angel energy”
These clouds happen only in hometown
Here’s to starting over again and again – Here’s to leaving old habits behind and transform, not even every two days but many times throughout the day
I recognise you as one of my own, as familiar face – drawn to familiar face
Much needed travels back in time in order to restore – I go back to this day like every day is the same
Retrace my steps through the decades for inspiration like every day is the same
I saw in my dream four little butterflies doing dance over lover’s face
What if my dreams are someone else’s dreams?
The frame blurs as you approach again and again through the years – I see you in a haze
Our relation had an ending fitting and appropriate
Can’t sit still – can’t sit still
Strike due to – Strike due to
Easily swayed – easily swayed
I write in my notebooks “My actions mirror someone else’s”
Do you like emotional skies?
I did spot her cat’s eye stare and my eyes started to burn too
Turning point – I saw you / me in my dream
I wrote you a letter in italics, expressing myself in clear and thoughtful manner – so I am able to move forward
Can’t complete a task – can complete a task
Thought emerges like beautiful flower – emerges like beautiful flower
If I were to draw a palimpsest over a page, it would be roses
I am keeping the mistakes in as I am catching up, as I am catching up I spot your handwriting all over the page
I write in my notebooks “sits on couches a lot”
Mystical connection – for no audience to see – Mystical connection – for no audience to see
Before I see you I transform into actor rotating roles
These sings and shapes you see when you press your eyes close tell you the truth
As boy repulsed by numbers I become more and more fascinated by them
The number eight (8) I kept seeing in visions for some time turned into an hourglass
As I looked more and more in my mirror, company with you would become intolerable
I told my mother “We will have great fun and success”
Constant state of wonder – two butterflies fly around me
I feel free to hit all my thoughts and ideas like my Freedom cap would want me to do