it’s not that i am: dead
heart beat’s
forgiveness– breathing. slow
the pace of consecrated elegance,
formed at the drop, of a pin
tortured–
pointing east:
i have nowhere to go.
but here,
the last defense–
the last burst from a wayfaring
mind;
we traveled. to this place
it became: ours
and i left insanity for the hell of it.
(click on pic to see full size)
And I’m sure the better for it.
I love how you express your ideas and the artwork again complements your words so very well.
Barb
felt good doing a piece after taking a few days. thanks so very much, Barbara…..
hmmm..very deep thoughts for being half asleep…
my subconscious is a bitch…… :)
you’ve a whole zoo in there, it looks like their having a good time teasing. the expression in those eyes
you don’t know wether to join or run as fast as you can
usually i run….but am thinking it’s time to worm my way into “normal life” with all it’s ambiguous stressors…..
You are right the wonderful image does contain a lot but also nothing substantial.
Sometimes to cherish what you have and not yearn for more can indeed bring peace. Love your words.
well at some point, what one has needs to be enough. otherwise the only motivation for existence is to want.
and yea….you should have seen how long i took trying to get the black outline part just right…..was about ready to throw it all in the trash…
You can leave insanity behind, but insanity won’t leave you! Happy Birthday, btw. :)
hehe…..yea, it likes to hang out with me….i don’t know why. probably my laid back attitude….
I like it, it has a dreamy feel to it, no pun intended since it was written while you were half asleep.
lol….yea i slept through all of it….the art and the write. i don’t know what’s with these late nights….need to get back to a normal schedule