Taking bigs steps
Leaps and Bounds even
Overcoming fears
and meeting them Face to Face
What could this mean?
I have no expectation
Only a call to duty
To resolve the unresolved
and then move on
In one piece
I hope.
I am not afraid of life
Now I know what must be done.

Breathless

"Once you look for someone, you never find them"

Voila!

Like magic in a tin can
Foil and aluminum
can can CAN
It's whistling.
I'm french, again.
Let's play games
hide and go seek.
Now you see me.
And now you can't.
I'd do it again.
I'd do it again.
I'd do it again.
Voila!
I'm french
and..
je t'aime

WOW WHOA WOE

Intense.

Journalism

I CAN BREEEEAAAAATHE

again.

I like this idea of organization

and

Dedication.

Ilikeit.

Things have picked up immensely. I should be excited probably. Things are going well I think, career wise at least. But I need more time to think and create to the best of my ability and I really don't feel like I'm in the right space to do so right now. MONEY is a fucking issue. TIME is an issue. Ability is not an issue but dedication is necessary, selfishness is necessary. I've "wasted" a lot of my time on other people when I should be focusing on myself and my abilities and my ideas. And it kind of scares me to think about doing so again. to think about doing something for myself. to being alone. I should have known all along. I wish i could throw things away and start over with a clean space. Maybe even give my cat a new home with better care. There are too many things that I'm juggling. And it pains me because i love everyone and everything to the point that it exhausts me and i just don't have time or room for all of it anymore. I need to start focusing on my dreams and the person I'm becoming, the artist that i am. I need to focus on me.

May angels guide me in my sleep

Awesome at hellos.
Terrible at goodbyes.

Story of my lyfe.
High life.

There was a point to all this
I forgot what it was.

Again.
I'm really bad at sleeping.

:/

womp. womp. womp.

This is just a tribute

To SB-08.

My bones hurt.

Also

i need socks.

You know

I'm beginning to think that I'm better at floating than decision making.
Obligation you slay me to the core.
You rip out my essence and call it a whore.
Everything that rhymes
must have reason.
Whether it's the colors
or the changing of the seasons.
RHYME RHYME RHYME
my feets is cold and wets.
I'm going to draw today
and i'm going to print experiment.
And read.
and sleep.
mmmmm.
sounds good.

If i don't know you

you probably don't exist.

Where to begin

At the beginning.
A decision must to be made.
Things are getting complicated.
Which sign, which road, which street?
I'm not sure where my heart is at anymore.
I think it's in my work.
Can it be in more than one place at once?
Have I given too much of it away?
Is the mystery revealed?
Puzzle solved.
Have we reached a deal?
You will never see the day
When there isn't more that i have to say
A treaty must be signed
A truce must be made
in blood and no other ink.

Behind every good woman there's a cat
to absorb all the bad deeds that she's done
Behind every good man theres a woman
to care and to provide him a son
Behind every good child theres a sun
so that there may be light shined inside of them.
Behind every good battery theres a life.
To keep things going as long as necessary.
Behind everything that is necessary
theres is always something temporary
to keep us from hiding in the shadows
and staying too long in the dark.

Bras and panties

on the floor again
We made love.
Or at least, thats what they call it
whenever broken parts are pieced together
I welcomed you in to feel my softness
and to take away a piece of your hardness.
I wanted to keep it inside
to hide that part of you
away from the world forever
the part of you that i could never hold on to
for long enough to touch or taste or even hear
the part of you which could only be felt
and tasted in tears

Digging

Digging for love
with shovels in sand
I'm buried
and may never choose
to rise again
the bread and the man
breasts, cup and hand