Wanting to disturb the Peace
by alexwalborn
That feeling…
Wishing I could roll around in paint
Then pat the fridge, pretend like every surface is a bongo drum.
I want to rip the pages out
and crinkle and wet them.
When the building speaks
I want to break the office chairs
Pour indian ink on the deadlines,
Tap dance barefoot in the mess,
Then stomp down the porcelain hallway.
I love this!!I will join you in this divine madness!!Thank you for posting, I look forward to reading a lot more of your work!! namaste, Michelle