Day 154: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: nothing

No, mixed media on paper, 2007
Nothing else in the world could make it matter. Not the one iota, one drop or one seedling could signify the breath, the flight, the fight, the ever pounding of every heartbeat, the felt depth within our skin we all have in common, digging deep when finding the gem within the rock, the pearl within the oyster, the love within the friendship. Nothing truly else matters then the company of the campaign, the dog growing old with you but a tinch faster then I. Look to see nothing further then the eyes close to the beach and the breach of taking in the breath of a new day, a new nap, a new map, a new slice of bread fresh from the toaster. For it is nothing else that matters then the fleeting moment of the awakening breath and the exhaling laughter of the company of another kind. Electronically here the tips of my fingers answer in binary deciphering the difference between that one and that zero, for it’s is nothing else matters once being the creative force locked in within the free house free to write free to be creative steemed up and ready to go past the five as if I awaited for crack of day, the spark of spontaneity, the closure of the studio paint and now the fleeting night now turned day. Nothing is not daunting but rewarding once knowing nothing else matters then the soul within. Flip back, peel back, the meaning of intrinsically, not needed, barely physical, peel back the sensitivity, the bottle neck of free flowing whimsical thinking, share yourself like your first to the dance floor, bring on to ears to lend the shared fears, approach the rain as if you liked it, drink back the glass as if you were just that.. the glass, feel the tingle of the words created, the forming awaited, the time gone for a vacation, be the nothing, bend the spoon, feel the cool pool and the water rest between the toes not interest in the dry but the ready to be shakened.

Prompt : nothing