Temporada 6
Before we are born
Reckless abandon on downhill stretches
Deep within the hardwood
We thrived on motion
A tin heart beating
Take me to my ruin
Swing with the time
Impossibly awash with want and illusion
Be bewildered
This is what it is like before we are born.
I don’t know why I am telling you all this, or in fact if you are still listening.
I am simply providing background, sketching in some detail, of little to no importance but distracting all the same.
I was soon to be discovered as a fraud and forthwith denied further access to higher educational facilities and instruction. (This week's image - street graffiti, Barcelona.)
Took life drawing classes and drew on life.
In the university of life I started with the things that one should not learn
Not everyone is ready to swing with the times
Let me just sit and think for a minute., find my place on the page. Oh yes, I started to tell you about my beginnings...
I look around, here and there, apparently having not yet lost my mind,
I look around me and wonder if I am losing my mind, and if so, whether or not it is feasible to find it again.