colour me blue, but i am a star nonetheless.
a bluestar,
cold,
distant,
dying?
no.
morphing.
into
a
bigger
better
brighter
star.
:O)
eye aspire to that for which eye cannot see,
the supernal life in a far off galaxy, uncharted territories, familiar faces, lost in a world, not my home, this place...call me psychonautic womanimal from innerouterspace...
sick of writing
of words
thinking is produced
out of little written
need to take heed
and
stay out of my mind,
as much as possible.