watercolour – Saint Beckett

Hello…

….my little friend.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

The tide is rising….

…..and I can only swim for two days.

Dance until….

….you rot.

When you run out…

…of storage space.

What can we do?

Express yourself……

…through your fashion.

Watching work….

…is exhausting.

I am a rock…

…..I am an island.

I live on an island, and a continent.

But I don’t know where I’m going.