watercolour – Page 16 – Saint Beckett

My New Year’s resolution. .

….to fill the world up with more of my art crap. I should be sorry. But I’m not.

….dreams go to die.

….it gets harder to breathe.

…….to get some help.

……and drown me. I don’t swim. I walk.

….to cry to now.

….in my nest of hair.

….but people are almost compelled to do the opposite of what you ask.

So when I say I want to be left alone, I don’t need anyone coming up and asking if I want to be left alone.

…..and wetter. Like my mood.

…… somewhere.

Where there is smoke, there is fire in the belly.