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On the Massachusetts TurnpikeWho ever thought I would feel so at home outside of every place? Perfect contentment seeps through my pores behind the wheel of my beat-up green car, on the road again. I almost know the directions by heart.On the Massachusetts Turnpike
Even now,
in my mind, the journey is the destination.
The jingle of keys, the morning scramble
to pack the correct amount of clothes on such short notice. Gas station coffee. Radio static as the stations shift, miles from home.
I like the way the road looks over the steering wheel
as I travel slightly f
by ~rhapsodyyinblu
On Dark Blue PonderingsThis is the spark off the ocean. This is the scent of two flames igniting, night descending, and twilight full of rich blue curves walking in like the tide.On Dark Blue Ponderings
This is a moment holding its breath, and what the world sounds like when things fall together
- the soft sigh of water, contented, washing over stones.
This is darkness, but this is also the brightest
light, a moment waiting to be filled, a glass jar standing in the rain, and what exists in the mind before memories are born.
by ~rhapsodyyinblu
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- Interests: color, light, books, words, words, words, laughing, chalk, and the word rad
- Favourite movie: Jurassic Park
- Favourite genre of music: folk
- Favourite poet or writer: e. e. cummings
- Favourite style of art: any and all
- MP3 player of choice: Archimedes (my iPod)
- Personal Quote: "Everything is a poem."
- Tools of the Trade: ballpoint pens are my fave
- AIM: rhapsodyyinblu
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So sorry about the late response, but it really does brighten up my day
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"and if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know."--kansas.
Jill St. Onge don't let this story die, please help. rip, cousin Jill.
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No matter how deeply I go down into myself, my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. (Rilke)
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But darling, you know I don't do well in color.
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*~Life's what you make it~*
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