A Sun Behind a Branch

 That I will meet you on a boulevard, in this lifetime, in this lifetime...

 Another paper. another "you". . . what is my problem?

 point. stroke.  mind: he's sitting down. it's his hands. ohh it's a keyboard, not a computer! mind to...nowhere: Who is the young man playing a keyboard? Does he need me in some way? Will I get to know him?  body: Take a deep breath. Adjust your posture.

 it's like... a kind of... it is love.

 point. stroke.  mind: He's sitting down. It's his hands. Oh, it's a keyboard, not a computer! mind to...nowhere: Who is the young man playing a keyboard? Does he need me in some way? Will I get to know him?  body: J ust take a deep breath. Adjust your posture.

  There are many things I can't run away from. Art is my favorite.