what is this feeling? so familiar and vague. like a steady passing thought. an existence of nothing more and nothing less. neutralized body. mind astray. but fleeting. water roaring on a beach drowning in sand. water neither cold nor warm. but perfectly still. virtuous loud silence. fifty-fifty? or zero-zero? perfect standstill.

I could smear this canvas in paint and expensive pictures. I could cover every blemish and harmful marking. I could make it black and white, or vibrant with every color in the sky. But there is always a reality behind that. I’m dragging needles through my skin to cover pain. I’m wearing my heart on …

+ Read More