I have been fixing myself and have gone madder. Yet, I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I am BURNING up.
I am SUCKING in fumes.
I am ADDING weight to the equation every minute.
In a world of magic, love, and beauty I find myself imbued with dissolution, filth, and anxiety. Are they the same thing?
“It’s not what you look at, it’s what you see.” -Thoreau
Of course I must agree. Forever will I abide by the truth unfolded years ago on my part.
THE WONDERFULS have undergone too much. I shed tears when I think of it.
A family living in a park restroom.
Ridiculous media that shall remain important no longer than a grain of sand.
I find that I do LOVE and NEED the humans around me.
I find that I do SEEK to PURGE their humdrum ways.
Skinned feet, red knees, twisted wrists, naked me, a perfect gal, a discarded wrapper, I picked it up, I’ll never cease, I can’t throw up, another finished work, another reason to NOT die too soon, 71 pages, 118 pages, reread reread reread, learning to learn, my little notes, my large notes, my cronies dear, tired eyes questions fair, I love mangos, fire me?, my risk, glad about it, don’t ever stop, I did not blEw it, life is shit, life is it, life is love, life is nothing, life is everything, life is never-ending, life is IS.
Post Script: Do watch the life of a wonderful young girl in my latest short film, ‘LUCK’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDSgi2La-6Q