Even I Don't Know

Things of late are threads of mind untied with peaks and highs that blow my mind in valleys unbound by depths to explore. And in those moments I have pulled together. Looking back through the fine threads lined with memories I see now what I have missed in my life and daily perception of others. My life of the tangible perception in this freeform outpour of Kerouacian inhabited style of just going directly at it attached to the rhythms of the sea, of the clouds, of the ground and rain falling down. I inhabit this and the sense of this. The light I make, the smell I make.