I had a good time talking to a friend about love. . .well writing about it anyway. I think that love is great but it's like a mixed blessing. I mean true love always means being hurt. That's why I am no longer down with true love lol. I think any other kind of love is fine.

I posted new pictures and my favorite one is the deadhead one. Everytime I look at it I feel like a different person lol. Hard to explain.

Today I feel wrapped in the Nexus. LOL. For those of you who read my last blog you probably heard me mention this from a Star Trek movie. Whoppi Goldberg plays Guiana, the sort of bartender on the Enterprise 1701-D. . . yeah I am a trek nerd. Anyway, when she refers to the Nexus say says, "It's like being inside joy. . .as if joy was a blanket that you can wrap yourself in." (she might say 'as if joy were something tangible that you could wrap yourself in' which sounds better but I think I came up with that one)

I think that's how I feel sometimes. I mean how do you explain feelings that are unexplainable? Learn how to write better I guess. I love describing feelings. I think about elevations in my mood and how warm or tickling they feel. I think about listening to music and how you can actually ALMOST become a part of a melody or a note. A voice can be inside you and no one else will understand. It's not even about the words. . . it's about the music.

When I hear Janis Joplin singing "A Piece of My Heart," man I am there. It's like being inside her voice. When she sings "Each time I tell myself that I think I've had enough!" Oh man. . .I love her voice.

I have issues. I like to be alone. I like to feel . . . to think. . . to dream. I wish I could hook up a little machine to my head and just think all my writing instead of having to actually write. I think up a lot of story ideas but then I don't want to write them down.

I like this feeling. I like floating. I like feeling. Waves seem to go in and out of my body like ribbons of roses strung together and blossoming all at once. Flight. . . motion. . . moving but remaining. Explain, don't explain, feel, don't feel, move. . . always move.

Weird feelings today. Flying through space. There is a lot of emptiness out there. Every million years you may find a place but mostly you're alone in a void. . . emptiness. Motion is something that you can't stop. If you stop for one minute you might lose the feeling and be consumed by the void. If you land then your journey is over. If you stop you can't go on so you keep flying and although you see interesting sights you can't stop.

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