when life gives you lemons .. throw them

sometimes i wander wonder dream ponder what life would be like if i were not here if i she we us were to interfere with the mishaps of time and make myself disappear? now wouldn't that be something? if Morgan Leigh thee hippie were not a being not a mime or a hippie ? i believe i would be a Indian man some dreamy Indian man id love to believe if i were not I she believes she would be a tree rooted deep grown out of experience out of love prosperous with fruit voluptuous with time we believe we would be clouds sifting soaring dancing in the sky bra and us being her panties . If Morgan were not here would the world not notice if Morgan were to disappear would Morgan become a grain of salt that you would use when you eat your lemons? Morgan who is that who is he? she? what is it how did Morgan come to be i often wonder wander hope dance upon the thought of how did i get to be why me ? why didn't i think? where could i would i should i be? so many i's and than we comes back into mind and i can feel my roots Digg deep into the realms of my hips that birthed my children who have come to be and i remember i can only be me i can only be Morgan the Morgan that dances alone jumps puddles eats life mysterious and swallows its seeds takes pictures enjoys nudity beautiful men chocolate curry won ton and the list goes on  Morgan has made some bad decisions yet has learned Morgan has been hard headed Morgan has grown and is still just give me the chance and to show you that Ive learned that i am doing instead of trying that i am no longer the orange on the tree yet the seed the tree the roots the dirt i am I love me learn me imitate me if you please dance with me kiss me Eskimos butterflies live for me live with me cry eat with me travel laugh go ahead get mad and at the end of the day all you and i can do is laugh i love you .

morganleigh.

© 2011 Morgan Carter