Shakespeare Told Me “Thoughts Are Winged.”

Larkspur Horne wrote this beautiful poem and my soul nodded in agreement. It was the perfect way to start this Friday and end an amazing week for me: inspired!

The Larkspur Horne

Shakespeare told me, “Thoughts are winged.” I do vanish into the clouds rather quickly. My thoughts and dreams are a running winged machine; my feet are never truly on the ground. You’ll probably never have my full attention, and for that I am sorry. But I am what I am. I was born a dreamer. I was touched with the bizarre and washed in the unnatural. I need but witness a simply act of color to weave a tale of fantasy and adventure inside my head. I live an internal fairy tale. I hop planets like stones across a river. I’ll take flight through lightning, sail love songs like fingers along acoustic strings. Ask me for a story I’ll give you seventeen, tell me a story, and I shall fall into them forever, all the while composing enchantment endlessly. And, when I am still, quiet, and complacent, know that I’m…

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