ego is self we believe we are and this self wishes for a long life a life of happiness and recognition.. threats to the ego are encountered warily and with stealth and flex.. the most serious threat comes with a denial of existence..a red alert..! it is then that the ego can assume the form of that which threatens.. ego as small self expands to large and claims to a knowing of the unity of all and for a moment wins us over to a concept placed on a pedestal..
These yellow walls only make it harder to breathe Makes me more and more No such thing of smiles in this home Lay in bed till it's time to go to sleep Makes my heart stop I can't breathe within these yellow walls
I sip this bitter coffee, Swirling the creamy signatures across each taste bud, Sitting with an aftertaste I wonder, What would it taste like on your tongue?
I'll always dream of early morning coffee in bed, But sadly, You're not a coffee drinker.
Artists are often broken people using the fragments of themselves to create something new and although being healed feels so complete sometimes i want to be broken again sometimes i want open wounds so i can use the blood to paint sunsets so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas so i can carve masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art