entangled pieces thrown into the sun

how entrenched our thoughts are combined with each others.
life is a set up for heart break, our human thoughts like darts and grenades.
we want love. we all want love. we know when it is right. we know when it is not.
we are stupid and mindless, bumbling fools when our minds are clouded.
it's time to release, clear space, be simple, have less, be one.
it's just that i can feel the ripping and tearing from years of becoming entangled.
it's not simple to unravel, but our hearts know and it's hard to follow,
but it's true. to give yourself fully and completely you need to be you.
100 percent yourself, no fear and go.
it is the fear that holds us bound by what we do, chained melodies playing sorrow
through the night.
carelessness is a devil not to dance with.
honesty will overcome, prevail and lead us to where we need to be.
honesty with ourselves. honesty with others.
love for ourselves. love for others.
all directions point to love
like flocking birds heading in the direction of the sun.
we are one and that is why it hurts to rip apart.
but the earth will heal you.
the air will comfort you.
the water will cleanse you.
the fire will warm you.

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.

without art

I would be dead. Nothing. I would have killed myself for real if I didn't have pages to pour my heart out onto or paint to smear my feelings with. Everything that comes out of my mind is transmuted into some form of tangible, visual, audible thing. And this happens so that I don't explode.