Wish dreams were softly draped in strands like cultured pearls,

rather than fragments seen through a cracked mirror,

broken bits and pieces of memories,

sojourns to unfamiliar places,

images tossed about on scattered seas,

thoughts like tumbleweeds,

repeating over and over again.

This was a one-sentence exercise. It’s liberating to write a stream of thought… let if flow and see where it goes. Give it a try and add yours to the comment section.

For your listening enjoyment: String of Pearls by Glen Miller.