contort ,not

decisions , decisions ,decisions .

so here i sit , contract in hand . wondering what new loops of fire i need to jump through in the circus of life .

should i attempt the next yogini pretzel conformist ,contortionist acclaim or take that blind leap of faith into the deep beyond ? work wise... i'm stuck in a rut .to play the safe route versus being the vigilant voyager.  my pen's not willing to budge . the only thing that's fluid is the memory of mr enigma doctor dear , whom in my mind ... is like fresh ink still drying...

and in time ...he will be etched onto my mind ,

indelible.

close your eyes and hold my hand .

let's elope .

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