April 6th

its april 6 and i have been painting green and blue. the weather has been warmer, which feels more warm than it ever has before. i am hoping to sit with moments upcoming and take the time to understand a past before me. please do not wish, please do not escape. continue to look and create. be with me and walk upon the land through intra position. if we think of balance and the train that goes past remind of where we are, where we arrive from. enjoying the painting that goes along with movement and going with the blue and green. mountains that fit upon each other like bodies. encourage to play with the light. people are walking underwater reading newspapers. and we sit on the edge and our lucent being grows the grasses within us, envelope. and in storytelling we are implicated. we become the nibble and the suck.

call m!

call m!

call d!

call e!

call lily!

call the world!

call the pebble!

call the blossom emerging from the pebble!

oh no its okay, she likes hearing you talk  

a meandering account, the labyrinth 

and the development of the character 

a bloody boot on the glass 

and you’re underneath the glass

and you never show their faces 

and you’re the masters of the world 

There are times that you’re an utter swirl and you pull your head out and forgot where we were. And left alone you are and the portraits upon the wall wait or laugh and you think about the world you’re imagining. But, all the faces on the walls tell you you imagine and yet, look at where you are. Don’t worry little mat you’ll give up or give in one day. I had a whole list of things “to do” ta da, but the lines upon the screen poke and the small knocks at the door are the fly that can’t find their way out, 

I wish you would 

cut your off 

your hair off. You think I could make you do it? 

mind your own business. 

I had a whole list of things “to do” ta da and I won’t get to a single one of them. I’ll get to everyone single one of them and feel so complete and finished that I could die. 

How everyONE is everywhere ALWAYS, theres no escaping it so let’s go. Let’s sew all the fallen dried yellow rose petals together.