i can feel the ocean tickling my feet and a warmth of light swallowing my fears,
it’s time to say ‘fuck you’ to the wind (‘cause the currents need to fuck off) : it’s time to make work that i’ve always wrote about, talked about, but shyed away from.
something is about to happen, and for the first time i’m not going to over analyze every decision that my body makes.
it’s time to embrace a jumbled linear approach,
immersing into this idea and way of being.
my steering wheel will forever be covered with nouns.
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rageandlovee said:
godspeed sonny boy
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indygochild said:
just amazing.
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