I Am My Own Muse. I Am

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.