i’ve had my share of cries today and sit on the wooden stool in the middle of the kitchen soup simmering next to my skull and meditate between the barbed wire waiting for whatever is next
By: via qwertymonk
strong urge to create make music wrote dance and also to sit still meditate allow the elements to bless us and perfume consciousness with earth and heaven but there is no space seemingly and i can’t keep up with demand By: via qwertymonk
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