For you poets ;)
Robert Frost said, “Being a poet is a condition, not a profession.” I understand this. Wanting to write…actually, needing to write can feel like a weight that presses upon me until I just give in and pour out my soul. So, tonight when I try to sleep – if I haven’t written some inane thing or another – the words will roll around in my head like marbles…
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April 23, 2008 at 10:28 pm
Marbles are so beautiful, like pretty rocks. I really like this shot. It should be really big. It should be hanging on your wall. It is so colorful!
April 27, 2008 at 6:19 pm
The inside of my head used to look like that!
April 29, 2008 at 5:59 am
This I relate to. When I neglect the voice… it screams in silence.
April 29, 2008 at 7:18 am
If you are hearing voices, I’m moving to Nova Scotia…to hide.
😉
April 29, 2008 at 3:26 pm
I think they have voices in Nova Scotia too.
April 29, 2008 at 3:27 pm
The outside of my head looks like that.