4:27am i put on some nina simone live at the village gate or early rolling stones (the song angie kills me every time) and feel this insatiable urge to paint. anything... canvas, my walls, most recently my medicine cabinet. if i weren't so alone it could be on you... so here i go, inspired by dali's little ashes flick:

the only thing that blinds me is the sun

the only thing i lose is hanging on to a thread

i fear the only option is to be moved

i believe the only way is towards you

the swinging motion that runs through my veins screams blue

i want to feel whole again and its only one way

i want to scream for confusion and mistakes

but i move closer to the flame and

it burns me

the ashes fall from my waist

they dance around me like desperate butterflies

wanting to get out of a jar thats just been caught

i want to feel the freedom drip slowly down my back

and have you blow on it

i miss it i miss you

and my heart falls to the side

for the ashes have consumed me