Confiscated sleep

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

Again

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.

in person

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

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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