“It is always the worst possibility. Pieces of me know my truth, but my entirety is lost. I keep moving forward, and wish that another morning will bridge the gap between worlds, something that starkly stalks thru the handles of my latest mistakes. My bed devours me, I have no place to idealize, and at first the meaning seems lazy, while the infancy of my devilry consumes my mind, inward and fleshly, I’m darkly paralyzed in an insatiable story of fumes, my eyes are gazing badly my shoulders and my lips escape to sea, whispering, shushing and hushing, quieting. Back in the perceptions that I had of today, I was pacing the arboreal floor, completely fulfilled, and not asking where the time had been, where did it go? My hope would hat my head, my dreams would sound like a speaking friend, and my shirts would cradle my chest to funny sleep. So, what happened? What did I do? Wasted time, wasting heart, skipping the acts and illusions, stealthy catches of attraction that strips the rules of honor, but quips about the convenience of home.”

What a piece! A flavor of Proust. At least so it feels to me. Brilliant, Watt!
Sorry for any typos. My iPhone has a language of his own.
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No typos at all! All you have made is a smile on my face!! 😉
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Really, gorgeous piece 😊😊
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😊
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Like a post-modern psalm . . .
this one stikes a secret chord.
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Now, hear me out. I don’t mean to be greedy, but I really want you to read “Heavy-Metal Hour”. 😅
I really think it’s the best thing that I’ve written.
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Will do, Watt. It’s Midnight way down under,
and “Heavy-Metal Hour” sounds a bit scary 😱
I get back to you in the morning, when the
Aussie Sun is shinning sun🌅
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Oh yeah, totally. Sorry!! 😅
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Heavy-Metal Hour is totally worth reading. 🙂
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😍
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Just made the thrash dash
… to Heavy-Metal Hour
from an interrupted transmission
of the Hour of Power 😎
“Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
It’s a one-track town, just brown
and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet,
we’re headin’ out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don’t be slow,
we’re gonna catch a trout.”
~ Robert Zimmerman
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No problemo, Amigo 😎
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Brilliantly written, Watt! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom!! ☺️
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What a gorgeous piece of writing. I’m impressed.
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I’m truly glad… 🙃
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You should be.
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Breathtaking is the only way I can describe your writing. You, sir, have got another follower. 🙂
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Thank you!! Look forward to our friendship… ☺️
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Yes, me too. 🙂
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This writing of yours holds a secret beauty and reading it over and over…I felt a harmony of hope so comforting and good vibes. 🙂 Love it.
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🙂
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The heart is the palace of our happiness.
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Wow, that’s beautiful!!
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🙂 Bless you my friend. 🙂
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As English is not my mother-tongue (and also not that easy at a certain level), I sometimes listen more to the melodies you are creating by the multiple words in order to imagine what you really could mean 🙂
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Oh, thank you for the effort. It means so so much!! 😊
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😊🙃😊🙃
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I love the imagery you chose it looks like a Colorado river view I’ve seen. Your words remind me of how I felt listening to my Pa talk about his thoughts and feelings. He always seemed to be tossing his thoughts about like you. I like this a lot 🙂
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Thank you immensely, Michelle!! 😀
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This feels like a realisation of desires, hopes and dreams. Sometimes they feel within reach, sometimes not.
Pieces of me know my truth, but my entirety is lost. I keep moving forward, and wish that another morning will bridge the gap between worlds…
Beautiful and so accurately expressed.
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I had no idea where this was going. Lucidity is one quality that I possessed during June, time to put it to work in July. 🤠
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Magical words. It’s always a prudent passion to dream.
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I also love the photos you always choose.
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“My hope would hat my head…”
There’s something about the cadence of that phrase. I really like it.
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Beautifully written, Watt.
Home is a closed maze
where the heart reflects
before the full length mirror
of an hungry open gaze.
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Powerfully written with such perfect imagery that deepens the piece and its meaning.
Bravo Sir.
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😀
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What a great piece!
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That means a lot to me, Luisa!!
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🤗🤗🤗
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I love your style. Takes me away when I read your work.
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Ohhhh… I love this! Incredible:
“Back in the perceptions that I had of today, I was pacing the arboreal floor, completely fulfilled, and not asking where the time had been, where did it go? My hope would hat my head, my dreams would sound like a speaking friend, and my shirts would cradle my chest to funny sleep. So, what happened? What did I do? Wasted time, wasting heart, skipping the acts and illusions, stealthy catches of attraction that strips the rules of honor, but quips about the convenience of home.”
Every word and we are with you, and you are understanding and saying it perfectly.
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