Everyone says it's supposed to be life changing and i guess thats half the battle with such great expectations but when you've found yourself and been in love and seen the world through kalidascope glasses ordinary just wont measure up I'm not going to say i didn't have fun I wish I culd take all the scenes of my ife and hang them up on clotheslines, colorful canvases replacing photographs, something that captured the essence of being and dreaming and living in these moments I wish i could spin out my life like cotton candy, delicious swirls bursting sugar taste and translate that to you, to an observer, and make my words jump off of the paper, to deliver the intention and emotion I try to express as simple as a carnival day dream I guess the best approach is to connect it with something you've already tasted When your toes licked the salt from the sea, did you remember me, did you remember me? When he was talking I just felt that pressure rise in my chest, that creshendo of metals colliding in a rush of audible soud, something measurable in time in space, something with power and purpose to put forth in this world and I listened like it was essential, like my body craved the paceding noise of knowledge and laughter and thought, and nobody else had to see and maybe it was a stretch but that was the point what is the role of the artist? To illuminate or to reflect? the lamp or the mirror? I think its both, but not always at once most people keep the curtains closed for a reason shadows lend to safety, lends to mystery, and a world of gray all of the failing and sadness does not show up in purples and blues expoding in the morning air with sun and warmth

I'm so excited to start this summer my hair is long and my skin is gold I have this hope coursng through me like a river like a current a tumbling stone all alone and I want to make new connections but only if they are filled with the light that I see when i close my eyes and the world turns to rainbowews and I touch the core of something soft ansafe like taste of inoocence childhood memories, wanting happiness, delicate words, play fun cereal, spilling on the counter arrange it in milk a million different ways if you squint your eyes and twist your neck the upside down might just be exactly that right shade of red you were looking for all along music and motion patterns i believe in time that it sweerps you off your feet how do you catch the edges of everything special the magic in drops of rainbow containers that you can' grasp that don't dry up in summertime rain If life is a journey and everyday is an adventure then what do I do with each movement each moment do I catch my breath and l,et it flutter do i spill the wind throughout my teeth and taste the sweetness of now I know I know I know I made this instant I made it mine I made it whole and you and i are just a collection of atoms warm and soft and filled with such a sensitivity to the tinniest change in motion and i feel you and you feel me and the essence of that word isnt even enough to scrape off the edge of what we'e expereienceing the epitome of love there were tears on rooftops and music that crashed and danced and slid in waves delicate resistance to the strorm on the edge of the beach an you look out onto the ocean and the afeeling of smallness when your arms are spread as wide as they go and the ends of your fingernails fail to enclose all that you want for the world for your world, what the difference is between being and seeing and dreaming and believing and when its been so long tha all the words pile up like a sandstorm and they swirl at the hint of your finger tips because they have been with you following all along the way