smoke
smoke and mirrors
distortion
elusive
reaching out into the haze
looking for truth and soul
only touching granite
hard and unyielding
sky
navy and vast
clarity
accessible
sending wishes to the stars
looking for answers
open to answers
soft and receptive
If I had an attic I would put a mattress on one side with a large flashlight and a blanket for a hiding place. I would collect old stamp books from everyone's childhoods and pile them up on an old chest of drawers. I would hang old evening gowns from the rafters and dangle long scarves from them. I would tuck lavender into envelopes and hide them in the attic's darkest recesses. I would put a whole set of vintage Nancy Drew on an old table and arrange various decks of tarot cards nearby. I would pile sheet music from the 40's and 50's on a piano bench. I would put a teddy bear in an old child's rocker. I would fill a trunk with maps of every kind.and lastly I would lock a stack of love letters in a wooden box and hide the key.
