Oh son and daughter of noble birth,
Now the time has come for you to seek a path,
As your breath stops, visions will appear,
And while on this journey from life into death, if you should find yourself calling out,
Oh lord of great compassion, am I beautiful enough? Am I wearing the right clothes? Do I have the right connections to get me into where I'm going?
And to these concerns I say do not worry,
With this kiss there are revelations tattooed upon our lips,
Revelations, worries, will be read on account of this silent pact with recognition,
We are beginning to see that we, are slowly, becoming healed

Why must I feel like this today?

Get away get away get away get away. I want a warped reality again. Your existence in someone else' world.

I can be sad in this place. It's beautiful.

Is he dark enough... enough to see your light?

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

"I only dreamt of you once, but it made my heart sick. Very sick."

Cecily Brown

"Be still earth be silent
be still and be silent"