Solitude? Evident. Medium altitude? That's my comfort zone.
Anchored vs. afloat: A never ending paradox. The truth resides
somewhere in between.
My mood is seasonal? Yours is wavelets nibbling away at my defensiveness.
Labeled as a creative nerd? (was that a compliment?) Hell, you're dreamy & stupendously colorful.
Yea, I like your hot red hues. See-through blues are captivating too.
You might be 2 hours early (rarely), or 2 hours late (I hate you for that) but your timing is always perfect.
The best part? I've learned to see you in different light.
Appreciation is a process. I know-hefty tuition to learn a bit about that.
Being grounded with slabs or journeying with comets isn't galvanizing any more. I'm content with medium altitude. Amazing what little solitude in a salt shaker can do.
Bring along your crystal ball and I'll bring my prism. You know where to find me. Let's meet halfway.