learning to fly

(process drawing)

bijou

Why can't I be you?

wow

Most of it hurt, some of it was beautiful. I exist. What a MIND FUCK. WOW.                                                                   

         (words of the intoxicated self discovered months later by the sober self)                                                                                

missing

something in you

what is it

in me

that i cannot find?

the noise of the world

the noise of the world
leaves me lonely and overwhelmed
as it did when i was just a small child,
as it has always done
its distant living sounds
...