2002-11-08 - 12:06 p.m.

Blustering billows of ash and cream dapple my brain and ruin the sky with great angst.....and I smile. Like arms that can carry my heavy load and throw it across regions I have never seen, deep into the unknown horizion, far away from me....I will sigh. Scuddles of brown crackles with orange and yellow companions puddles around my feet... and I wonder..... would my toes really get that cold if they were naked? Would my body freeze if it were bare? Would my spirit stick to my skin with frostbite? or would it dance on waffles of air surrounding this world?

Would I be lost?

And I walk on... having my pieces tossed and flung about in my eyes....

loving the chaos...

And I walk on.

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