2010- the year society decided I was able 2011- the year I went far away from home 2012- the year I became an experimentalist, more. 2013- the year nothing made sense 2014- the year everything did. 2015- the year I found love. International Abundant profound. -My favorite year of all.
His mind wrapped around my neck like a snake His eyes were sharp and constant I Knew they held truth When they held mine We spoke to each other in a way that froze time Lapses of speed and light around us while we sat with our wine in a force field of intensely still and silent air You could cut with a knife He's dangerous.
no one believed in ghosts until we realized everyones transparent no one holds on tighter than when they realize they have to let go but the terrifying part is that im not sure if ive ever been held my hands are made of smoke my heart is caged vapor im reaching for so many people but im a phantom made of lies & half truths how can i be honest with you when i could never admit to myself that im a ghost im a real boy i chant to myself as my strings get pulled a marionette made of fog the realest ill ever be is when im spouting the opinions of others out of my incorporeal mouth tying together borrowed words with my ethereal tongue as if i have a thought process of my own whats it feel like to be a ghost? id say like hell but ghosts dont feel much anyway were all living on borrowed feelings donated sympathy & hand-me-down ignorance an army of ghosts that cant even defend themselves we bash each other with words that are almost as hollow as our chests no one knows anything about themselves but everyone knows everything about everyone else we see through each other but we cant see ourselves we try to reflect one another but the vapor is always shifting its maddening being so shapeless yet so defined i want a body of my own i want a place i can call home i want to not be shamed for my opinion i want to respect others fully ghosts are meant to terrify & let me be honest when i say ive never seen anything as ghostly as this generation of opinionated plagiarists
I want nothing from the world for it owes me nothing I want only to exist In the simplicity of the vast wilderness I want my heart And my soul to be like the wilderness Free Untamed Wild and alive
I want to be alive everywhere and absorb all the beauty and wonder of it all Embrace Embody Reflect And return it back to its keeper The flowers The ocean The soil All of it. I want to become my mother The earth. I want the stars to teach me all they know I want the sun to wake me and tell me when I should rest I want the forest roots to guide me The birds to sing me the songs of the world I want to feel spring water against my skin I want to feel the unadulterated dirt of the earth against my feet I want nature to heal me Detoxify me from mans creations the material world I want the wind to tell me her secrets and bring me all of her wisdom I want all of the universes' intangibilities. I want to scream. I want to be anonymous I want not to be tainted by the small realm that confines me I want never to forget the scale of the universe and Remember that I too am a star A toxic Intangible Ball of stardust A wonder of creation Floating in a inexhaustible, eternal sea