Fly then… but you don’t fly, little one… little brown one… little brownie in my house. Go count the Safeway clearance grains. scattered yesterday to keep you away. No more crushing of paper or pounding my drum. Don’t scurry more across this fake wood floor….

How do we mesh? We desire the flesh… To re-unite with our own; Twin flame as we are known. Are we not whole? One solid, beautiful soul! In this body of fingers and toes; Happiness, sorrow and so many woes. Why must we meet? Does apart…