March 17, 2015

Each day is different. The pastel colors fills me, fractal formations on my car windows, I bloom air frost, breaths in the early morning. Into the spaces, filled with my body and sounds bubbling like laughter, creating with ink and paper. Listening to the beats, silence between vibrations, secret smiles that remind me to live full. I forget and then remember, eventually. Playing back my favourite moments, when I can’t contain the light, radiating it out and blending like acrylic inks into surroundings. I am a delightful mess, nothing tidy, spread wide and wild, my edges are sporadic. In the midst of chaos, I find a home. Each day is different, I close my eyes and listen to the blood pulsing, my biological melody.

Loving this.