*I’m waiting for the story, you know there’s always a story, so I’m waiting for it to make itself known.
Its right there, just at the very edge of my vision, I know it is, I can almost taste it.
When it arrives you will be the first to know, just don’t let me forget, in fact if I do, jog my memory with a Bmail.
Thats one of the problems with age and a productive imagination, so many thoughts rolling around, sometimes we forget.
I do know the moon is called The Blue, and i know its rising, which effects the ocean, the sea as many islands, atolls and reefs, and somehow it all ties together, but like I say, we’ll have to wait for as shanghaiwu would say ‘a melding of the fusion of the mind’.
Now if I could lay back and listen to music and create as Keith Reesor does, I would have no problem finding the story, but its not my thing, its Keith’s, and he does it so well.
And if I thought in Infrared as my friend lightsmith does I would have all the shades of the story, but again….. his thing.
Here I have being writing and thinking and its still out there…….the story, oh well’ just have to wait, I guess thats my thing……….waiting.
And yes, you could make up your own story*