Magic, magical, clouds, moisture, the feeling of a soul stretching so far and engulfing the whole world. It was the underlines that began the plan. A funny awkward man, a woman that orients her compass by spinning a car. A trip to the beach. A road trip along the saltiest water body, filled with laughter and adventure was the goal. A small car, a mini, a truck, a sedan, it mattered not in the clouds. an hour , a day, a week, all might have been too short or way too long. Serenity is what made the thought bearable, unquestionably serine. One sided thought this might be. For the other cloud is unknown. filled with water, moisture, spongy and soft to the touch, or lightening, staticy and sharp as calcified stones. Both can be true.
Reminds me of passing by a hitchhiker on the roads of a green surrounded highway. Dressed as a businessman, carrying a briefcase. Once he is picked up and talked to, the secrets come out, and the businessman is really a clown,
Thoughts are always lovely, they keep us moving forward for a time, yet manifesting these thoughts is where the art lies. Time is the limit after-all, and plans make time waist away. (Drafter May 12, 2014)
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