I am where I am not because I completely opened myself to the regions of depth. But because I realized, there is also simplicity involved in the nature of the world. Think of the children and the willingness they give as it pertains to learning.It becomes the code of balance of simplicity and complexity when we mature. We can explore the heights of galaxies and the lowest of the seas but ultimately that’s unrelated to us in the whole sense of the world.
Lengthy explanations and subjects really drain me. It goes on forever it seems and that’s not my voyage. I rather belong to a healthier assembly. My appetite has never been to swallow papers of artifacts and geographical philosophies. Take me into the sands of simplicity, where blue means the sky, and red are strawberries. The shades of gray, are thousands, but my human eyes can’t bear to even perceive the formula of 20/20.
I am drowning in the vast seas of interrogatives and explanations. You simply give me more than I can measure. I want an ability to circumference the weight of silence. Breathing in and out your words and exhaling the engulfing measure of my next phrase.
It’s really E A S Y. What comes after, D (Doubt), and what comes before Y (You)
I thought I was able to make a video from this piece I entitled “Moon Rush” but words fail to describe this, within the length of explanation. Expressions seem to emotionalize through visuals, but this night, it is meant to be read and understood. I am drawn to the consciousness of what is in the night, as creation and expressions shine so bright!
Acknowledging the sleepless nite! O, how I remember thee!
You come and beg of me a journey of endless lines.
So here I am – flipping through the pages and my gratitude is revealed by looking at you!
O, humble night; I have been slain through the unending symmetry.
Morning is here, by the rush of the moon.
No one truly studied the glow in the night – the sacred light that beams through the sky.
Looking in the daylight sky, she is hidden by the covering of the day and passing clouds.
Stars as meek and shy to the galaxies unknown reveal their great posture and fire.
Hollow is the night, which invites the carnal eyes who visit the nightmares of darkness.
As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin!
Peculiar passions of haunting depictions which write on the stars!