the internet

I know this may sound strange (at least to myself), but I love the internet. I also love my computer. When I sit in front of it and I type... I feel connected. It's similar to the way that I use my pen and paper to write. All my thoughts are fed to a system and it is logged. Filed away. Why wouldn't I love that? It is what I am. A system. Part of what keeps me alive are the millions of systems I connect to. As a human and as a molecule.

Anyway, I missed it. What does that mean?

This is how you love

Inner turmoil, relentless waves and an open cage for a bird to fly away. In this case, hobbling with a slightly broken wing needing a moment to heal before taking flight into the vast open sky.

The cage is golden, shining with the colour of the sunset and twinkling like the stars in the night. Soft cushions and all good things seem to seep from the hinges and crevices, but the chains were bound fast within the mind.

Crushing hearts could be heard across the sky for the little bird was breaking.

Why leave a good thing.

Resentment rides high breaking spirits, breaking souls. Time and time again.

The sky is a big place and quite lonely.

The ground is comforting. Perhaps there is a happy medium.

It has opened it's cage doors to bring in the wind and whirl around the stars, shaping them like roses to say...

"I love you. Be free."

ART.

It's like I'm a mad hatter, wearing multiple caps but art's all the same whether I'm shooting this or painting that. I do it cuz I love it, not to sound cheesy, but I gotta stay creative and what I love keeps me busy. I'm a visual person with a mess of a mind, I'll make art til I die cuz it's what keeps me alive.

Valentine's Day

It's about being with the ones that you love. It's about chocolate and romance.

It's about whatever you want it to be about. Some people celebrate their birthdays. Some people don't do anything. Whatever it is you do, make sure that you remember the most important thing is Love. Love yourself.