STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

"Yellow paper and a red pen" that's what she said. "Write with a pencil," he said, "it's smoother on paper." Write what comes to mind as it comes to mind, that's what I imagine Virginia would've said. A stream of consciousness is sometimes what is there for you to see, and to document your hell of a sight.  Moon, I'm back to writing. Take it all but bring me back my language. Write dozens of letters to Darwish, and you shall never find your words. Till, one day, you meet a complete stranger and perhaps their entire role in your life was to bring you your language back, and hug you so tight on that hell of a night.  Moon, I'm back to writing.  I write about people, Portraits are drawn Not so different from that one you drew of me last night.  I take out my 20-color pack  and on a recycled piece of paper, I draw  a soul that is a reflection of your thoughts.  My features shift and change  with every mind  and my bones bring me back to...

 “Yellow paper and a red pen.” That’s what she said. “Write with a pencil,” he said, “it’s smoother on paper.” Write what comes to mind as it comes to mind, that’s what I imagine Virginia would’ve said. A stream of consciousness is what is there for you to make sense of this thing you call your life.  See my sweatpants?  Drowning in a river of nostalgia of past identities and present ones. You're here as you were there. So you, so true like monks on mountains and fish in the sea. Monks would stay monks dead in the sea, and the fish would stay fish dead on land.  See my sweatpants?  Swimming in a pond of rocks and shells. Remember the time you cut your feet? Who would've thought it would've been the same place? And in a month or two, who would think it would be the same place to lose it all?  See my sweatpants?  Floating in a red sea that is as blue as the colorless skies, you close your eyes and feel the immensity of water on your body and watch with a...