I tracked the thought to the very center of my brain, where I detonated it at the precipice of a heartbroken synapse. Only then could I tussle with my hair, drink my coffee chocolate and head out the door, down the stairs and out the gate. I ran to the river, over the train tracks and into open space where the sun denounced the darkness. You will be mine, forever, how I remember you. So I chose not to create any more memories. There is no other way. I am like the sun now.
Enveloped in media glaze – fin http://www.katyamills.com/2014/12/enveloped-in-media-glaze-fin.html
Linx to a poem; my thoughts and feelings on living in the here and now, how to maintain, roll up the past, defy not deny fate, roll it up and choose destiny.
dyed in wool
behind glass palms
sexy in lace
at the ready