Saturday, June 13, 2015
I told myself that I have a dead-line - that I need to focus.
But the truth is that I need to finish something.
Circles may be endless, but I am not.
Fresh, nearly aqua,
not turbulent or stifling
nor too pretty.
Yes, sometimes, a murder of crows flies across the bright calmness of the sky. It actually happens quite often.
A sudden burst of darkness, it just happens.
But it's fleeting.
rotating like a wheel,
on and on,
calm and blue,
mark after mark,
line after line.