What Moves You..
The sound is like honey to a bitter tea, and collection of memories are bittersweet. I have found a resting place and a place to grow and to leave from. chasing phantoms, no longer viable having the courage where there was none is a daily occurrence making room. creating space. and allowing entry of all. watering of skin of blind men often speak truth pain, sorrow, love JOY. trust in self made truth lying men hold back, only for fear of not knowing I am a beacon NOT BACON we gather the house and all its belongings to make a temporary heaven only to the aggressor in knocking the structure down, for it is only the make shift of realness. it is not real. I remember slightly from which i came, my young mother my youthful mother was once too young to be my mother there, is where i see me. Youthful full of cheer fool some say mr. naive 1999 watering of skin of blind men often speak truth the collection of memories are bittersweet. having the courage where t...
