March 28, 1999: Talking circles
My mind hath traveled a mile or two—to aimlessly caress what has been given. Given, not by human relations, relations built while viewing beyond the colors of reality. Reality? So much can be written—written about or somewhere close, close to a self we barely know. No, I do not lend a forceful hand—hand me a thought and I shall portrait the imaginations access. Access he that travel’s near and there, there always seems to be a new face. Face not I who writes writes what’s given. Given to you in picture form—form as you may, the accessed imagination that’s me.