Spirit

...Proposing this piece as a re-gain within my spirit, lift unto motive by the bind of my turn at the unlimited fork in life ground. Ground as Earth, ground as stance, ground as un-earthly scientific bond. I wrote this piece while in my sisters basement

Surrounding myself with thy opposite

 

to see the truth of my spirit,

 

 

Exploring those I already knew the answers to,

 

to find what I truly need,

 

Sending myself in, what a circle to correct,

 

define my intersects, and conquer a purpose,

 

Seeking in the new beginning all I had ever wanted to be,

 

Search for the most pure souls to my heart...

 

 

 

Life has many spirals,

 

some in colour and some dark...

 

 

 

...As I try not to completely lose my mind.

 

 

 

.The worst hell of all is in your mind,

don't allow it to become you.

Author's Note

Inducing the thought of... "Exploring those I already knew the answers to, to find what I truly need, sending myself in, what a circle to correct..." ...is proposing the exploration of quotes and sayings revolving life, such as; "stop and smell the roses", so on... ...Where time halters existence, leading you to the beginning of path. The actual path in which time froze"" for this instance of exhumate exhiliration. Being in itself one philosophy to bide by the halt of time.

Not only do I explore "stopping and smelling the roses" by any mean of ignorance. I... or we"", adhere to the many links in knowledge of the great timeline equilibrium.

In this, I translate the painting from thus, and other abide, collected features I have experience with through-out life. Then, I followed up the painting with the writing. All with my friend Time, the roses, and one night.