Choices

choices
Which way to turn, to the left to the right straight ahead or burn, All these pathways lead the same, fortune lost a tortured fame, One thousand callings to forsake this hill, these choices find me standing still.

Heart Opened

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I can’t get inside
I can’t get inside

I must please
The guardian
Please
Let me in
Please
Let me in

Soft, unbroken
Spread like the wind
Breath pure unspoken
Called to begin

Unable to translate
The inside out
Broken
Heart broken
Heart opened

Wanderlust

White Mountains
White Mountains

Came across this photo today, man it really takes me back. My journey to the White Mountains in 2005. The beginning of so much that I am living now. The trip my Volkswagen got stuck in 3rd gear and I had to be rescued, the summer of my first gallery exhibition and the year I began to call myself an artist.