Lost in Frank’s Blonde Ocean I contemplate the solidarity of singularity
The polarity of polar opposites; hot & cold
A warm kiss
A cold shoulder
The power of a feeling governed by the touch
Five senses with infinite possibilities
How many limbs must be paid for love??
Hard to think amidst the constant bird chirping
The floral notes of mother earth
Life before man was instinctive
Being killed and kept a precursor to now rather than then
Medicinal melodies sooth the soul
The fruition of the fictional is obtained through the pursuit of more
Sometimes less is more…
The insatiable thirst
The dying hunger
Do the worthless work less??
We ALL want more
I remember when talent was a hustle…