monovox

Soggy, damp, musty, wet and mucky. It's all good. Thanks to my weather witch, I think I can go to spring. I just have some more composting to do...

I love Saturday mornings all cozied up and lazy, I should be doing a thousand things, but I resist and slumber. The rain falls. The dogs twitch from restless dreams. And I'm all bundled up, musing over the abundance of creative thought that has sprung forth as of late.

I have the intense need to saturate my senses with linseed delirium and pigment stained visions. Unfortunately, My ex abducted my supplies... the succubus, the anti-muse. But life for me is a cycling series of births and deaths, mini lives that from one to the next the same concept will take many forms and in this case, the pain and anesthetized core has been reincarnated into vitality and and abundance of new sight...

Today I am happy and nothing else matters.