I remember . . .

"Sometimes the best advice, like inspiration can come out of nowhere."

Let the smile break down, let it all out.

Whispering, crazy emotions break down, down, down.
Getting all skeptical when writing thoughts over and over. Knowing they come from someplace, called nowhere.
Feet positioned, grasping the foot of the chair.
Begin the groove, music controlling all emotions.
Gliding, breaking, snapping, twirling this is what music does. Sends something down deep inside, popping back out and making a descriptive, detailed scene. Got to be something that I saw on T.V.

Swimming eyes, they see beyond what is the norm. Focus, control, movement. Sensing beauty in only two areas. Those binoculars what do they see?
How can it be they cannot see, my heart but can fill the deepest part.
Trust let it roll of the roughest part of your tongue.
Simple and sweet, this is trickery.

Baggy blue sky, strapped around such tall legs.
As you walk, a shadow of mine follows.
There you go, leaving once again.

A game of cat and mouse.
Hide and seek.
Capture the flag.
Our game never ending, presence of only one fills the scene.
Capture it, who will win in the end?
Life never ends, only begins.
Next time, let it be you who has to find me
Begin!