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The Spinning Continues

Feeling the mood to spin.  Spinning I call it when words are floating and dancing in my head and form themselves into something that some may find interesting.  Interesting or intriguing or inspiring...those would be my ultimate affects anticipated.

A restlessness stirred in the air just outside the window.  Dancing with chimes that hang one to another swinging carelessly with no commitment to just one cold metal that are bound just the same though with various lengths of freedoms to hang suspended.
Her leg stretches over to caress only the coldness that greets her skin.  Once an inch becomes warm she moves it once more to the coldness.  Yes she keeps moving to coldness.  The symbolism slaps her in the face as the wind whips the earth outside.
The darkness in the room closes her eyes for her.  She is there again.  The moment when she was warm.  The sort of warmth that could kindle a fire in brown eyes.  She remembers those moments like bathing in a chocolate bath.  Her tongue tastes the sweetness on her responding lips.

 It is now February 2023 and it is unbelievable that I have not written for this long.  Covid kicked me in the teeth in my biz but it was a gift in the long run.  I hope to not abandon you again. 

Enchanting tale

Leave it to me to enter things backwards lol.  Like one who turns to the end of the book to see who does not make it so not to grow to attached to them throughout the story.  

Yes I need this enchanting tale from you probably as much as you do dear sir.  You deserve some twinkling.  You have climbed some of the most treacherous grounds to reach happiness and romance and it makes me sad to read your last few  messages.  As if you could have stayed in the stagnant waters you were in previously.  I want you to soar no matter what feathered creature it requires.  To feel your happiness and by closing my eyes seeing that mischievous sparkle in your eye would do my soul good. 

Struggling towards Light...

• I don't really want a relationship right now.  I just want to live in a house hidden from the road by grown up trees and flowers and vines.  I want everyone to just think of me in passing.  Then he arrived just as I was deciding this and I can't decide if it is not in the plan for me to be alone.  My world does seem to be more inline with the old me...the creativity is flowing like rivers.  I am trying to bottle it to save for the next drought.  When I reactivated my writing blog I was reading over some of the previous things I had written  and it was like words of another person.  I honestly couldn't believe I had written them.  It's like each story came from a certain moment, a certain breath in time that circled the room before dancing along the curtains out the window and it was gone.