Channeled a story, for some practice
I think it’s always a good idea to try your hand at automatic writing or story channeling. Going into a trance like state (for lack of better words) and see what you ‘hear’ or are told.
Here is mine
raising from the former being that I once was
long ago there was never really any way to know
what was coming
what was on the way
what was going to be said
what was about to end
so I didn’t know. I didn’t go
I should have went
and I’m not sure why I didn’t
orange 627,,paloalto ,california
I grew up there
with her, the girl with red hair
the girl that would share her coffee with me
up in the tree.. house
that I made back in the summer of 69. It seemed like some sort of weird crime.. to like her so much.
I never told her because I wasn’t sure she would understand or even accept me for who I was.
I just wanted to smell her hair, it was like strawberries.
She dangled her foot across the limb of that willow/or oak tree so lazily and so cute
the way the sun shone in her hair
all I could do was stare
bringing me to my knees (when I remember)
the glee in her voice when I’d say her name all silly
yellow, she had a yellow shirt on and blue jeans on the last time I saw her
she had a flower in her hair, sorta like a sunflower.
She said she’d be back.
She came back but I never did
since I died after that day
in some strange way
I’m not even sure how I can say