i picked up another clue. now i'm walking on halos, tripping on
daisies, kissing angels, and stealing their clothes. memories still occasionally dominate my view, but i'm lighter now,
smiling now, a new creature now, sleek and powerful and hungry. long
leaves of various shrubbery leaned by the wind blowing through its
courses seem to bow to me as i pass. i am looking for the perfect
purple flower. i want to honor my debts. Hope, she has come back to me. trace the outline of this soul and perhaps that's the whole thing, all
there is to see. maybe all i am is the outline of a person, after all,
a simple contour drawing. i still need to be filled in, details need
to be added, shading and shadows and the appearance of depth. which is
kinda sad, realizing how old i am. Desperado, you ain't gettin' no
younger. i have cartoon dreams. strange things still happen. dream a little
dream of me. i'm the guy screaming, "cut!" before he gets the girl.
ghost * five minute writing assignment/thought flow
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