when feelings cant become songs they turn into poems, and when feelings can't become either they turn into art. When they cease to turn into either art, music or poetry they turn inside themselves and become.....
Beautifully pretty to me your are
Mind and body, substance and aesthetic, books and flowers, you and you
Eyes play silhouettes of un-routined consciousness... more »
As our duet of love, a performance shown, is put upon display for vulgar eyes on the floor; the lights change with painted overlooks splashing their palette of watercolours over our moving bodies.... more »
Stationary states feel sour and sad, I miss your movement. I miss you moving me. I miss my moving emotions, I miss our moving emotions.... more »