I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, December 24, 2010

Dear Santa,

Please bring me more time and a brain with which I can spend writing. I appreciate the gifts of this past year, not only one job but two, good friends, increased freelance work, a warm home, enough food to eat, and enough to share with others. But if I can be selfish for the New Year, I'd like a little more time to write and the brain power to focus on the writing work.

Thanks ever so much.
Me

PS. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday filled with all you desire and all you need.

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