baby dolls do dream

i know we update this thing from time time. flow slow. slow flow, but we know i guess.
i'm writing cause i feel the need to create. i've been thinking about creation, now more than anything i must create, you know. its not loud, not very boisterous, though it could be. just insistent. it interests me the way the need to create ties into so many things, ties into friendship, ties into love, ties into your response to that boy you liked, i mean that boy i liked and the promise to keep moving. ties into that tree specifically and all the many trees, Tennessee to Thies. ties into my friends those, those that confuse me, those that confound me, and those that never have. ties into my decision or my coming back around to myself in all cases, all boxes, eventually.
and specifically how good it is, not just in feeling, but in something else more important than feeling when you come upon a moment you have created that is made from your memory of self before time decided to come along, that lies at the base of you, before all external knowledge. how good that feels specifically. even if it has specifically seemingly been a long time in coming. a long time in coming.