So be it! Feigning orgasm to find the truth in rags!

I've taken another hiatus, for reasons i won't deny but still keep them hidden inside. I'm just going to spin the wheel again to find out what my fates will let me do. So be it, alas, no fret, as I pull on my guitar to create more, of the art that's there as I've got the sky to hold onto! You'll see more, believe it.

The Artist and His Farts

I had a wonderful time heading away in the passing of time...no, I don't mean anything superficial, just artisticle. That is, if you can handle it to make believe/belief of sanity for painted trees with mites in the leaves, feelings tease. Now isn't that a darling choice of word/meat for the mind? Seriously, I have been thinking wish wash for quite some time..and a few more nights would have been over the top, pops! The reality of doing what we/i want was as of yet unknown to me but it revealed itself all along the passageways, all dark and stained. The blood i feel must flow again, must let it exist in rapture for my soul to capture my holy fracture..nevermind/ I am behind but grow in finding that out which blinds my clout in face of doubt from the catastrophe's and histories. I breathe and am that more whole this time in soul recognizing truth pacing movement in creative genius. The bro said, why aren't you an/the artist, and I replied inside, "i never tried because i already died, making me watch the ants cry, I, senseless straggler proof of nigh! It was not time but now I learned to fly"; so be scared little one's as I am as resurrected as the paint does dry.