Outside I remembered an old skin, before I drew up the zip on this one. Not so much the flesh, but the feeling of that body, before I was Me, when I was a sylph, or a happy phantom.
I still feel that way and it convinces me of my origins.
The delight and space-like careening when doing what could be anything, anywhere. It's an awareness of the deception of time, the threads that make the veil. Like Nietzche said, what we see is actually only half of it..
I like to submerge myself now and again, and surface. Refreshed and glistening.
I don't like to talk this way much, because then I get dreamy and distracted and morose. But it must be done, outstanding ideas have to be put down.
This is almost like a cubbyhouse this blog for my most expansive self.
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Behind the Veil of Leaves
- Phreedom
- I'm an artist, I'm just unknown by the rest of the planet. But one day, the world will recognise my initial, and smile. I only want to make peoples faces light up.
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