the recent events in my life have made me feel like that acrylic i did when i went insane that one night.
[burning alive from the inside]
and in a way i like it
it feigns orgasmic
but i have to realize that the seams need to be ripped out and re-sewn
and that the design must be improved
i'm feeling love, love not just for lovers (i miss that lately)
but love for ideas, love for people with ideas, and love for people who express their ideas so beautifully
my knees can't handle and weaken

new events in my life include:
-wanting to make paintings come true
-consuming nature to become happier
-feeling lonely, and lonelier yet
-wounds from the past re-opening and proving their usefulness

and in an apology i'd like to say, i'm sorry that i feel like i must always say something