Sunday, January 01, 2012

Tea. View. Soul. First day

Sitting at a blonde wood table drinking green tea, and procrastinating amongst my unwritten words and taken photos.
To put finger to screen is a difficult concept that I pussy foot around.
I stagger under the weight of my thoughts, my unwritten words, my taken and untaken photographs, and the desire to express me.
I stagger under the enormous burden of my un-lived life; it's the one I'm taking a lifetime to morph into.
Before me is the Indian Ocean.
Behind me is the continent, Africa.
Above me is the cobalt sky.
Below me is dry sea sand earth, also blonde; this is a winter rainfall region, and although the earth here is parched, I am not in a / my drought.
This is only the beginning (no full stop)

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