What Would I Do Without The Absurd

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.

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