I rarely like to sit and just be quiet. It's a waste of time to me. Why sit there and do nothing when I can go do something that gets my energy going?
But there is one exception.
I love to sit somewhere, and do nothing but let my imagination roll.
Flying boats. Crayons that change the world. Causing change by thinking about it.
And then with a notebook and a pen next to me, scribble all the crazy ideas that run into my head. I could do it for a while.
Either that, or I wish I had a harmonica to play. I was sitting by the Yangtze River the other night and wished I could play it, play it to the boats passing by in the night.
Oh I thought about someone who had a heart transplant. But then the donor wanted it back. Because he was a ghost. Or something. This one freaked me out so I refuse to think about it. Haha.
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