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I like the word sometimes ... it's so non-committal ... it's not always and it's not never ... a loop-hole is built in ... and the funny thing is that sometimes can be most of the time with an hour off here and there to take a rest ... or t could be almost never ... no one is ever the wiser ... well, hopefully the sometimer himself knows the frequency of his sometimes ...
like sometimes lately I've been feeling like I did before about everything -- except, of course, I am older and wiser ... like lately sometimes I feel this funny feeling ... feels good, actually ... like I've reconnected ... like I'm in tune again with the whatever it is that we're supposed to be in tune with ... and my body reacts to it ... and sometimes I find myself surprised by these thoughts, actually more feelings or "feeloughts" .. because it's not a feeling and it's a not a thought, it's all combined and the body reacts ... it's like love and desire and hope and dreaminess ... yeah, sounds silly now that I see it there written ... but it is what it is ... and my dreams have returned in full force ... crazy long dreams full of symbols that I'm all too conscious and aware of ... funny how the mind works--and the heart ... and right now I feel so connected that I could almost touch that "that" that we feel when we feel like that.

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