Thursday, March 7, 2013

Chapter 16: Thyself

little one, 
when was it that you would turn on the radio to music you like and danced freely naturally
you would arrange little chairs for guests who come to your home to listen to your stories that you read from the storybooks and wrote yourself sailing along the imaginary journey
you would sing to songs and melodies you spontaneously composed on a long car trip with the windows wind down till you fell asleep
when was it that the piano violin guitar ballet shoes vienna were left in the corner;
was it dreams forgone
or dreams anew
or lens to surroundings added
is this what is to be done

some remained

little one,
dancing to whats playing in her hearts
freely
simpley. dreams.

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