THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
it was a long and cold night in the ancient city of
Kingsport. The night was wet for the rain had
lasted almost three days.
A void devoid of void. A blank piece of paper. A paper
Where dreams are inked and the future uncertain. What is
Your story?
Hello Everyone
It's our 24th wedding anniversary today and we are celebrating
Celebrating here.
Boom goes the thunder before it clearsAnd the clarity becomes a glassA little drop of heaven is loving you A little drop of water before we become Thirstier. . I wasn't sure I deserved it
But I do in my mouth too
It had rained and rained. All day we thought, how wetWill the ground be? How green the grass?And the birds, all of them, shook their million Feathers and sang their songs and it stopped.
The sun did not sap though we felt it
Still early.
And everything alive was still
Drinking what had been afternoon
Inhaling the mist
Mediatating the wetness of it's peculiary body
How could anything ever be so clean?
So green
So new