I was sitting around this evening watching a few movies sitting in the living room (if you wanted to know I was watching Crank and Sherrybaby) when I just started writing a few scattered images and words that were popping into my mind. Some may make some sense while others have been added for the sheer simplicity that they provide. There are no hidden images or meaning in this, there is only a small story about life and how everything may tie together.
overwhelmed and consumed by a mountain of disdain and disappointment. laying to the left in a crumpled heap on the floor is a piece of paper that I once held close to my heart. torn and tattered it sits there waiting for someone to reach over and touch its soft texture. the feeling is still there after holding it, the pressure of the edges rubbing against the fingertips as if it were still pressed against the skin. dropped to the floor, rolling around the room like a butterfly navigating through the forest. Delicate beauty uncovered and naked for all of the world to see. exposed to the elements and blowing with the breeze floating through the air. scattered around the area are a few of the stray images of the past that reflect the great things in life. past present and future can be found here, all things have their beginning and their end in this room; sometimes towards the beginning without even realizing it seeds are planted. growing and germinating life is abundant all around. the simplicity of starting over putting you feet firmly in a single location and having life spread all around. one step forward never yields two steps back unless it is willed. bad things only happen to those that want it. the winds of change have been blowing working its way into your life in an attempt to cause chaos. in theory, the strongest foundation will survive the strongest storm.
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