cathartic.

today i cant think of anything yet.
moments have passed to feel something else.
likening to be an astronaut but not until
to stop because
i have weight yet
i have my hands, my feet, my eyes and my balls.
i figured i can sleep with no dreams;
and time is the only true space in this lifetime.

like the long road home
you drive maybe unlit and putrid
when there is no such thing but look up
you had no choice,

today many friends lost their jobs, grampa died and my aunt lost her leg..

i am painting
and wanting to be left alone cause i can only listen

(picture by sam kiyoumarsi)