To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.
I can always tell when I have not been
out among people enough
I begin to write from memory
Time to climb out the window
Or up a tree!
Get out there and gather the beautiful "junk"that fills my mind and then my pen
The "junk" of which life is made
so...I am outta here!
See you tomorrow, after I go out and find today
Who knows, maybe I will see you there!
and that's poetiquejustis
But encourage each other daily, as long as it is still called "today".