translucidas

[bright cotton mountains a cast]




[tree top cloud tops]




[pouring streaming skymoves]



it's not what i need, it's what i have. expectations tell me other things than what is true. there is some truth but how much so i look to the sky
i look to see but all i feel is this barren vast open inside there is a shallowness perhaps associated with barren but it is not here. i have been met with a mirror and i can think and try explain left brain it but
i cannot. the truth is this barren it is inside it aches breaks stakes spreading to my arms its in my whole body i just don't know what
to do with myself.