NYC GRAPHIC DESIGNER

Easy Water

I can’t help but go to great lengths to run into you - or feel some of what you are feeling. When I hear you, it all comes back to me. When I feel you, I feel real.

I’m staring at a big black canvas. .

I painted it black last June. I was in my old apartment on Graham Avenue when I decided that it was finished and there was nothing else I could do to it at that time.

Now it’s time for a change again, and I’m going to embrace it. The canvas - It’s propped against a wall. These four walls that I’ve been living in without a window and no concept of time for the last six months.

I made a comparison toward my life in the past few years and I’m not so sure what to make of it. I’ll take it for what it is and I’ll run with this one.  

caveman

My legs are floating through a field in the middle of the country skimming past tall dry oat leaves and little wildflowers the bugs are buzzing and flying above me. I’m caught in something perhaps a feeling or drifting in a runaway desire.

and contrary to what is best I’ll sing and live in the moment that is real for I know no other way. I want to be a barbarian. It is truly natural to only become who I am and I will not force it. I’ll walk through the rain and run out into the cold.. I am cold now and I will stay some place else that will with open doors take me under shelter. So tired of this feeling for it is just what others place upon me and I can not be brought down. I am already down. and falling..