Down in the mud and soaked in the sun…
Kissed in the heart to die!
A friend once told me ” without the shit there is no life.”
So breathe in the stench…
Embrace your mortality…. The moon is black today!
(Sometimes I feel I have to create something just so I can empty myself. Sometimes I feel the emptiness is already there…..effortlessly present in the stillness, and silent in nothingness. Sometimes I feel like everything has already been created. Sometimes I feel as though I just can’t be fucked! Sometimes I feel like death! But I persevere because I have to believe in what I’m doing, and life is short enough as it is).
