•It's not my blood• If I had an Arcadia near by I would have gone there to let muffled thought out through the voice box of mine. The thoughts are diaphanous and they may float and flow with the windlike the feathers of the bird that moves seamlessly over the transculent paper. To fascinate, to mesmerise is not my blood. My blood is that lies in food which nurtures my blood and the way I love love as loo-ve (that melts others; makes jealous.) And this is my war to win my blood which floated and flowed with the wind. I will make it perch on heart and not mind. #wcdiaphanous #rzmp221