clarity

i went for a walk today. it was beautiful and magical and full of life and discovery and warm thoughts that emulated from the very tips of my fingers. i was a dancer there tonight. i felt my wings expand and my toes skim the treetops from below. i climbed trees of spongy decay and squeezed magical waters from it’s bark, finding blue mushrooms and delicate moss along the way.

joe found a beautiful mushroom. it was pure white, maybe it was cream, and full of that earthy musky smell every mushroom has. jokingly, they tried to convince me if i smelled it too much i would inhale spores and the mushroom and i would fuse . i didn’t believe them, but i thought about it, and to be that beautiful and pure wouldn’t be so rotten as people would say.

i felt refreshed and awakened after that jaunt. that stroll. that peace of mind. i saw satellites in the sky and had laughs in an old fashioned way with old souls. we then traveled in a spaceship of words and tasks and we were at joe’s house, laughing and smoking and blindly trapped in our thoughts. i stared at artwork and felt my cheeks flush and warm skin under flannel and sweaters. and that book! that book of imagination and wonderment. i have never had a more intriguing and electric evening. and it was nothing more than usual. but it was in every way.

i’m tripping over my feet trying to get to you. i don’t think you mind as much as i imagine you to.

i love chocolate. and the x files. and gravitational pulls.