To wake up in the morning I walk through a door.
I begin when I am asleep.
I open a window.
I start with a frame.
The thoughts are pulled through layers,
showers and roses.
Nothing brings me closer to myself than the exploration of myself
all the eyes and the world and the way that I love you
the things that I love
and find pleasurable
that little boy
that the universe should keep him
all my fears and agonies are satiated performed like magic
from the moon, to the biggest star of all
with all the time in between
a steady hand making it's way across the sea
the waves roll with white and black shadows
I felt a moment of TRUE fear
and wept for the devastation
and dined with my own life ending
spoons, forks, silver
on a fine linen napkin
the dawning of the light
the point cannot be to determine the path
but to understand it's purpose in accordence with productivity
I have got a black cat and a white cat and a grey and white cat
I only need one female
when my skin dries out, I use watercolor