cold coffee

I need to stretch, my body feels tightly coiled around this spinal cord, I'm in need of a deep release, the spiritual type.
I'm exhausted, sleep hasn't come easily as of late, so aggravating. I can sleep when I die they say, that couldn't come sooner. I want to go on lock down and wake up when the leaves are glowing red and yellow. That means winter is waiting around the corner, end thought.
I saw the Chihuly exhibit yesterday in grand rapids at the frederik meijer sculpture gardens, it was the most amazing day, so beautiful. I felt like I was floating through wonderland, candyland or something of the sort. Passing by giant horses and rock candy sculptures reaching high into the sky. I loved the art pieces in the water, it was magic. Art in the garden, now that's just genious, I'm so happy it exsists in the world. People who translate thought into art, I use paint, Chihuly glass. It gives me chills almost in the best possible way just knowing that this piece of beauty came somewhere from the back of your brain through your hands to my face, for my interpretation for my enjoyment and all at the sametime it provides you some sort of gratification. Making people think with your colorful thoughts.
I really relate to those who create.
I'm overflowing with inspiration, today is dedicated to paint and reading.
I picked up a book the other day, toward 2012. And no it's not one of those OMG THE WORLD IS GOING TO END type deals, more of a look into the world and the evolution of human conciosness. It's really great thus far, right up my alley.
the sun is ashinin', I refuse to be a slave to this glowing box today.
Lights out robot, i'm going solar, time to melt.
xo

steak dinner

Good evening ladies and gentlemen;
slightly feverish and stuffed up but I'm doing okay, it's that out of body feeling you get when your allergies attack your brain and every crevice inbetween.
So much for New Mexico, another year perhaps I need some more time.
I've been busy translating my thoughts into color on your canvas, I never really begin knowing what I'm creating yet when I finish it's speaking to me just the way I'd hope it would.
Soul music, windows open, on the floor, the dog days of august are coming to an end and I feel autumn creeping up from behind though right now, right here i feel the sweet sweat of summer dripping down my temple. no complaints, i like it this way.
Shadow is sprawled out on the carpet, he turned 10 this year. I can't believe it, I remember the first time I laid eyes on that pup and it's been pure love and bliss since, what a wonderful animal.
I'm currently broke as a joke, not completely jobless but JoAnn's is a total joke, 4 hours a week? Psh. I've been selling art here and there but the whole starving artist thing isn't cutting it. I need to get out of this hell hole, I need to move, I need my space.
Brother and father are barking at my face, no concentration.
I'll be back, maybe.
xo