Buzzing in dead air

Blank space.
Solace speaks expansion.
Digging up
shadows cast across the tile floor
mountains air
in the stillness of night
Leela James.

Have you ever thought, like I am thinking now, that you want to rearrange your phrases?
That they only capture a blurry of reflection of what you really intend to say?
I'm mocked by the fact that I think that most of my writing as been lazy for a while now.
I fling words quickly, not waiting for them to come to any deeper sense,
and hope that they create in image of a moment, feeling, or philosophy. But they are loose and conceited. No simple and lacking the depth of thought. I'm rushed, rushed on to the next thing to do. So I must put words down-Quickly!!

But I have 15 minutes. Right...now.

24 years. 24-6= today's date. 24-20= amount of cried tears today. 24 hours I've lived at the end of this day. 24x2= songs I've listened to today. 24-20= jobs I've applied to today. 24x5= amount of money spent today. 24x2= minutes working out today. 24x3+20= leg press weight today. 24x2 +16= time spent with mom today. 24-20= text messages sent today. 24-16= hours worked today 24-12x 8= amount of money before taxes earned today. 24x 4=minutes listening today. 24x2= minutes spent talking.24 times laughing. 24-8= people spoken with today. 2+4 minutes I spent writing this today.

Can I say this><?

This is on the tip of be tounge, I don't know where to start or where the beginning truly begun. A sensation rising, into I'm diving. Alone. That word tickle$. Like an old affair, approached new. Past, a reflection that flitters in reels. But Taken by Captivation of highlights created by lights glare, the shadows created by night, the pink of my toes, the feeling in the back of my throat, that in and out thing. Beginning. Sprouting.

Playing.

Favorite quote of the day: "Was I a boxer on T.V. this morning? I was getting ready for the fight...it happened here..." -Resident reflecting

Current Song: Gonna take you for a ride on a big jet plane, hey hey.- Angus And Julia