I think we've all had this experience...at least I know I do it regularly , running over and over the words until I become almost obsessed with the things I WISH I had said, the things I SHOULD have said.
I wrote a poem about it that begins:
"All my ghosts are friends, Things I should and have not said."
I love the "graffiti thoughts". And resonate with being tired of flying solo, which i have been doing for at least a thousand years :) Loved this, Susie!
Susie, I love the use of "graffiti" as a verb! This is the solo flight of a soul, incarnate. Sad, filled with regrets, but then, aren't we all there at some point? Amy
Implied I think, that loneliness can be "the wind beneath our wings" that draws us to the candle flame time and time again... that or in the calm and silence we just might feel the whispers of a passing touch of wings on our ears...
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I wrote a poem about it that begins:
"All my ghosts are friends,
Things I should and have not said."
perfect word picture for a desolate existence .....
I do like to watch graffiti but I am not sure about my own. Seems I never return to my doodles.
Probably because I cannot understand them.
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I love "thoughts as moth wings"
:D
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