Pen to paper like parting the sea, every single time. What words may come this writer knows never. Many beautiful things are noticed during the course of a busy day. Tucked into the mind for later. For this I'm ever grateful, I know it's not the case for many & was not always the case for me. It seems today's scrawl, this moment, is an honest little jot. Poems were trying to form themselves from aforementioned noticed things, but, not enough time for completion. Maybe later. I'd like to inform any reader how important it is, what you bring me with your presence(s) electronic or personal. A smile, a painting done by you or a child, and bits of writing especially. I'm starving for puzzle pieces, always. Don't ever think you can't put input in the pot, friend! But do please be careful. Be considerate, notice detail, proceed with kindness & teach it to others. No, I don't always do it either but I'm striving. So, maybe, when you don't feel like being loving.. Try to remember that ingrained compassion is super sexy. XO, your oldest friend.
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