Virgin Mary
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She found me. She found me as I laid still dreaming of uneven colours in black and white. The complexity of moments that trickle through time and space. She stays right there, beauty takes her place. Blowing in the wind, her emotions are unfazed. I found myself dancing with the leaves, falling in line, bringing…
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I asked God. I asked God for the infinite time for the answers to the existence of my life. I asked God for the question with the different shades of blue that cloud over my inner dread as I dance within the flames of my reality and dwindling depths of sanity. Candlelight vigils to my…
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The singular purpose to release control of oneself to an intangible entity or being that is not of own control or self. “Higher power” Desire. I became fed on my own destruction of false existence. Lurking in the soot of the undertow of gradual decay and the lingering stench of fragmented recollections. The lost carnage…
Memoirs of a recovering artist 