Winter mornings

[starisea]

Layers and layers of cloth, enshrouded in woven protection from the winter elements, I travel in the morning gloom with beats and glitches in my head and the taste of cold rain on my lips. Rainbow blossoms of toxic waste on wet pavement and the soul replenishing glow of a fugitive shaft of light illuminating the last Autumn stalwarts, golden

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lyric

[remuemenage]

the hum and crackle of these words sink into my consciousness and lift me up. you write/sing so forcefully

the weather/newsmen turn nature (anything at hand really) into drama and tragedy of melodramatic proportions. which drowns out real suffering and human pain. in the end we all shuffle to the bar and get on with it - because we are survivors. that is our strength, our shame

Re: lyric

[starisea]

Sometimes I can actually capture the sensual stimulation of what it feels like to be me. Sometimes. Other times, I wander around in a grey fog just "getting on with it". Yeah, the peaks and valleys of being human. Given the options though, being human is still pretty neat despite (and because of) all the peaks and valleys.

Hope you are feeling better. *squish*