Back to wordpress after a long absence.
I’m sort of lost in finding my way through both the material world and the virtual. I have lost sight of what’s outside the walls. I can only see the ghosts of things now and their fleeting interval of existence.
So much of nothing has filled a life. potential left unfulfilled at each day’s end wasting away in silent reveries looking up in a trivial trance little by little, eating away at the person who took a mundane photograph, wrote down-to-earth poetry and felt his core in them.
I see shapes splitting and splicing. An endless cycle of chaotic design comes to life from the ghosts of things. And I am there – watching and witnessing.
I indulge myself in my arts feeding off of this negative state. Trying to determine the path through color tones and language nuances even if most of the time they betray me.
As I walk through the frame-less gate, naked hands of time paradoxically deny and affirm my existence. between light and darkness, I wander not knowing the purpose of my path. a hive of words and photographs swirl around so slowly yet I cannot comprehend any It’s all a blur and it feels cold like the northen wind It’s there but it’s not there… or perhaps it is simply me and my entangled mind.
I end up fading into a self I never knew before.