the words flow

even when i am not here, the words flow... even when i am not uploading them, the words flow... sometimes i push, when the words get hard to find... most of the time the words are pouring out and those hard times are just when i am not catching them... losing words to the ethers, or aethers, thin air, even, such a typically irreverence thing to do... so universally casual, as if there is an infinite time and space to expand into whenever the moment is right... patience is the greatest ally of the creative mind and yet, it can be the greatest foe of the genius... the balance is revered when it happens... those who find it are called gods or kings or something like that... maybe... we believe what we want to believe, after all... and our belief makes our belief real, at least in our mind, especially when we declare it... share the belief with someone who believes in the same belief and wow, how real can it get... the world was flat once, after all... just like the universe... coulda woulda shoulda if you know what i mean... barb amy shari . . . sandy dawn gail . . . goo...

still amused, after all these years... cha...

narf :)