12:50pm a thousand dreams ago

To sit outside and listen to the silence pour out of these trees like music from an ancient piano.

Few Hours Later…
I’ve never felt soft sunlight before: this sunlight is defiantly soft and it is kissing my neck like some friendly beast with a soft, soft tongue.
There is a tree above me, I am not sure of his name, he has millions and zillions of needles clustered at the ends of his arms like dandelion tufts and he doesn’t squirm a bit when I touch him, he doesn’t reach out to poke or prod.
How satisfying to sit with his quiet company and have a smoke - to watch this smoke curl up through my eyelashes. If I had a lover I would surely leave him. The delicious aroma, this sunshine air atmosphere brings out a personality in me that is so gorgeously dull. I feel as if I could become a mother.

Still Later...
Sometimes when people look at me it’s as though they are peering straight into my naked soul…how dare…