(2014)
Can addiction to joy be compared to that of sadness? Can the lost little girl drink tea with the Hatter and all his Madne… If love is the nature of the soul,
Human clashing to loud music Orchestrating the environment Into a house of play We won’t be here one day and that’s the point
The winter months are coming the cold welcomes in darkness the days get shorter and light starts to fade. This is a familiar place
The older I get the more articula… What is the wind saying? Hey dude, I hate everything you d… Hating you won’t make you suck any… Hating you won’t make me suck any…
center “I’m just gonna play what I wanna… cause it feels good to do that.” Funk yeah, Beth! Funk yeah!
I was reaching for mustard and fel… It was viscerally exciting, want a… Did I finger you? No, you did not finger me. I imagine it’s like a squirrel’s s…
If there is one thing that could m… it is the aum. Aum, the resonating sound from the… that symbolizes the birth of creat… touches the soul like no other sou…
I’m jealous of your ability to esc… It seems to be so easy for you to,… dismiss the causes of your pain an… by getting drunk and “having fun,”… “It’s not easy for me, you know...…
There’s a living entity whose sole… providing the necessities for all… Our wants may be insatiable, but s… for everything she offers comes fr… Food, water, shelter, and air,
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
Flowing through the flesh of my bo… vibrations aligning with my pulse. Ego deteriorates and my soul is fu… In this moment of transcendence Clouds roll over.
Told I was born inferior and soci… Defined by gender roles and social… Get used to the indoors Lose all hope of being free Learn to be adaptable to a man’s n…
Sometimes I’m an emotional weirdo… Sometimes I just wanna turn my br… Sometimes I forget that we all go… and sometimes I remember the speci… Seeing beauty in the inconsistency…
There’s so much to learn and so many teachers. This life is a never-ending equati… on the chalkboard of time. I am grateful for each and every e…
If beauty permeated the earth the way we wished it did... on a concentrated level like a jar packed tight with firef… could the beauty be recognized?