lost in thoughts or really its ideas, ideals cause there is no concreteness to what is transpiring in my mind- jotting of random things not writing them down a bit wayward as she comes in and out of my mind. not a destination or inspiration a mu… Read on blog or Reader smmartwerkz Read on blog or Reader two lovers lie upon the darkened night By smmartwerkz on July 7, 2024 lost in thoughts or really its ideas, ideals cause there is no concreteness to what is transpiring in my mind- jotting of random things not writing them down a bit wayward as she comes in and out of my mind. not a destination or inspiration a muse that's meant to understand, not agree, I don't want a mirror or a yes machine. love grows in very unorthodox ways, like wild berries on the vine, no rhythm, no rhyme, it just is a passing wave love stands tall, till it doesn't... passions ride return and wreck, we go on, we learn we expand- where was I? ©2024 scotsartwerkz Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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