I literally get so hung up in real life all the time, I forget to express myself in the movement of the pen or the plumb.
I keep having the thoughts of all the "secret postcards" that are floating all over the place.
I think about an aquanitence who tells me his daughter is getting married, and the groom has pulled a fast one. He dropping of a prenupt a week before the wedding, as a pressure ploy. I think to myself that if he is already pulling these types of tactical movements, this is a marriage doomed before it ever is. The planning of his exit strategy.
I keep thinking about how I will never be that great artists that is stuck in my mind, and when I try to commit it down somewhere, it never completely takes the shapes that are in my visions.
I keep coming up with the most madcapped thoughts, and even write a few down, but there never seems to be a golden opportunity to drop them on another person while traveling my route in life.
I wonder if there ever is that point of harmony where there would be a complete balance with things in life. It always seems that every aspect is never level at the same moment.
I think that it is time to give my weary brain, a rest to transfer the thoughts of the day to long term memory.
I think I should say goodnight to the Lewis out there.... wherever he may be. And whoever he may be. We've never met.
Good night Lewis.
I keep having the thoughts of all the "secret postcards" that are floating all over the place.
I think about an aquanitence who tells me his daughter is getting married, and the groom has pulled a fast one. He dropping of a prenupt a week before the wedding, as a pressure ploy. I think to myself that if he is already pulling these types of tactical movements, this is a marriage doomed before it ever is. The planning of his exit strategy.
I keep thinking about how I will never be that great artists that is stuck in my mind, and when I try to commit it down somewhere, it never completely takes the shapes that are in my visions.
I keep coming up with the most madcapped thoughts, and even write a few down, but there never seems to be a golden opportunity to drop them on another person while traveling my route in life.
I wonder if there ever is that point of harmony where there would be a complete balance with things in life. It always seems that every aspect is never level at the same moment.
I think that it is time to give my weary brain, a rest to transfer the thoughts of the day to long term memory.
I think I should say goodnight to the Lewis out there.... wherever he may be. And whoever he may be. We've never met.
Good night Lewis.
