The End Is The Beginning

I am looking for an inspiration And I think I found it in your heart It's the kind of thing you get when you're not looking It's the kind of thing you had from the start Put me on a ship that is sinking On a voyage to an untamed land Take away the freedoms I wanted I understand Please, don't take your love away from me Don't take your love away from me Please don't take your love away from me Please don't take your love from me Please don't take your love from me Put me inside flesh that is dying A ghost that wanders without rest Buried by desires and weakness I understand Please, don't take your love away from me Don't take your love away from me Please don't take your love from me Please don't take your love from me Hmmmmmm Hmmmmmm

Th e voices in my head are loudest when I am alone. Alone in my thoughts, with no other human around me. Just by myself in my quiet space. My geographical location. The place in space that can be instrumentally measured. This is when I can appreciate myself. See who I really am as a creature of the universe. My thoughts have no limits that can be measured. They seem to not be absolute. They are a response to stimulus of all senses. As a visual artist, I tend to think That it is my visual sense that is dominating this existence. I see spaces that are at once and the same, Solitary and occupied, Vivid in color and monochromatic, Light and dark, Sad and not, Controlled and random. These are spaces of the mind and of the gut, Evoking in me sensations and emotions. Sadness resurfaces. A lamentation for what is gone. There are no longer. Vanished.