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raging oceans of creativity, surging, swelling, taking shape, dissipating.
underneath the thin sheaths of your eyelids, cloaked daggers itch at the surface, jutting forward with the intention to see, absorb, translate, reflect, and seek out new truths.
there's no time like this time. there's no limit when you stretch out your arms in a wide pattern. open, unyielding, honest, and ready to receive.
your muscles flex, your haunches taut at the ready, the time constantly converges and crashes upon itself, billowing forth multiple opportunities of an infinite possibility on the verge of discovery.
there's barely time to breathe, but you suck in quick through teeth held slightly apart. the brief wind causes the temperature to lower across the insides of our lips.
and then you find focus.
tonight's homework:
take ten different photos of ten different hands of ten different people who do ten different jobs. print them out postcard size. caption them with the name, job, relation, and possibly age of the subjects. post them on a wall somehow, maybe tape, maybe magnets. think about the untapped potential to create, and hold your breath for 20 seconds. exhale and begin to work.
to go to sleep to:
http://youtu.be/z1TGhUMqgVw
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