Feb 2015
I am changing.
My perceptions of the past, present, and future.
Fast, chaotic, and out of control.
I have no identity.
But I have nothing to fear.
I need no identity.
Open, I become stronger and brighter.
I feel more love and beauty.
I ride my crocodile, with a smile.
My perceptions of the past, present, and future.
Fast, chaotic, and out of control.
I have no identity.
But I have nothing to fear.
I need no identity.
Open, I become stronger and brighter.
I feel more love and beauty.
I ride my crocodile, with a smile.
I used the crocodile, as a symbol of our primal fear of change and survival.
(Alaska)
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