Dear Home,

Dear Home,
So I have an idea, I will get there.
Home, I am writing to you
Life is one big motion of sound

I'll admit I'm listening to walking down the line
I am- I want to be- the most real person ever,
Is that so boring?
I am sorry I've been blocking you
I got a late start but my navel is
blossoming and you're on the phone
Tellin' me via telepathy.

We lean forward to much in life
Why don't we just kick back,
point our third eye to the sky again
These words are just documenting the form changes.

This love is being poured on me, I'm loving it and
letting it in NOW.
"Why don't you finish your thoughts,"
"They're not thoughts?" Mum asked

"I don't know what they are," I replied,
I need help articulating. I don't even know what it is...
they're not thoughts just messages."
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Observing the morning rain...

"I thought I saw a butterfly but it was rain finding its home on the branches and flowers and I know this body won't last me." m.e.

"I know this empty feeling so wide, sometimes it can be unknown." m.e