Simple
Simple is life in a room not mine.
Simple is this lobby in which I type.
Simple is wireless used for the first time.
Simple is the ease behind the hype.
Simple is freedom, behind the decor,
From daily obligation and usual care.
Friendships renewed and wonders explored.
The Universe calls, and I am There.
(Typed in the lobby of the International Plaza Resort and Spa in Orlando, Florida, during Oasis 20. This entry is for Sunday Scribblings. More convention details are forthcoming.)
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posted by e_journeys at 10:01 AM
1 Comments:
Lives seem to accumulate barnacles of complication in their natural habitats, and enjoy brief periods removed from their shells.
If you know what I mean.
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