flyingnakedtofu

I watched the shadows dance on my curtains this morning. I am still on the inside of the spaces I exist within. This time it feels warm and I let the sun touch me for several minuets throughout the day.
The smell of chemicals has stained my skin. The hours are passing so quickly and I am inside the same drawing. It is impossible to see the top of the work I have ahead of me, so I press my face to the glass and work to create the movement. This is my new love affair.
Somehow I can hardly stand how it is effecting me. I am on the edge of an explosion... one that will be filled with the organic sensations dripping from my fingers. Something has changed... there are holes inside of me that I have forgotten that are opening again. I just feel so fragile. I think I may break at any moment. How is it possible to feel so alone and so fulfilled?