Confiscated sleep. A war has awoken… a private war shared between the creative and the structure. A path that is stretched far and deep from this soul. Do not whisper of responsibilities, without the commitment to oneself, a shell of actions take hold and control is on solid ground. A ground where a minimal art … More Confiscated sleep
Walking through the leaves is a thrill. A world of senses are heightened The slip of a fall surges a deep breath The crunch and cradling of the leaves comfort Walking through the leaves is a thrill.
If I were unable to verbally communicate with you eye to eye, I would create in hopes my thoughts and heart were properly being expressed. A walk. Baking Writing Photos, I’ve taken A smile from the eyes Time spent together I would tell you everything through my actions I create. 10.11.18 spoken
Letter – freedom Search for that what is inside is my enlightenment. Freedom from freedom a gratifyingly laborious task. In relief so is my enlightenment. 10.11.18 vicious cycle