Anger stirs while I try to sleep. With this full moon predicting only failure to see people’s true insides as long as you keep your eyes covered.
Oil on wood Board
When Skies are smoky and it gets in your eyes its ok to cry. As long as you cry me an ocean with water clear and still.
Oil on Wood Board
The magic that happens between night and day is caught by the once who run. Down to the shoreline where I’m sure they lie all day waiting.
Oil on wood Board
Happy minds breed good times time mine when I’m painting. The world that whirls around my head can only be seen if you look it right way around.
Oil on wood Board
When the water turns gold, that’s when I pray. I pray for the ones I love to be ok. Especially the ones who are not in my life anymore. The ones who had to leave or I told to go. I still love all of you.
The sky reminds us this world still holds beauty in its transitional times. The change between light and dark is the most beautiful time of day, could we say the same about ourselves?
Gaining awareness again. Feeling the rains fall into my hands slowly. Coming back to my body after floating to far into the future. I can see clearer now but the suns in my eyes. It’s still going to be a long ride.
The reflection I saw told me to reflect. My actions, words hurt. People that I love feel my fullest love. The truth, my thoughts and feelings. I’m sorry, I Love you.
