So in the process of cleaning out 2 tall bookshelves, 2 bedrooms, and 3 closets, I came across the following poem that I had written...
How to let him out?
But no. No.
Life if you leave it is scary empty
overwhelmed.
Do not go so soon.
We are old but young;
try mad wild experiments with me...
paint watch people dream create
compose live free live deepest.
Imagine purple bold love returned.
We can, too.
Write me here --
Hurry before I have to go.
Capture me.
You are shimmering so gorgeous!
