Wolvris

I once knew a person who had a cat.  All she ever did was complain about that cat.  One day the cat was gone.  Then she missed that cat.  No one understood why she was so sad.  Hmmm, maybe our words have power and what we show is what they know?  I think so...

I feel the breeze that you pull with you sway my body, I know you're passing me but I can't help but feel your beauty and grace putting distance between our bumpers.  I wish I were riding in you, feeling every inch of your interior.  Trees speed by, blurred by our difference, I can't catch you.  You are within reach then out of reach, then within again and again.  I feel my engine beginning to erupt my life fluid and turning over and over again about to blow.  Just when I think you are out of reach you back into me and I'm done, out of the race.   I swerve, slide and spin to the side of the road spitting dirt everywhere.  Now I lay there, rig

Today I talked with a friend of mine who said that there has been something missing in me.  Here's the truth: When I quit school it was like something inside me died.  I gained weight, stopped caring about what I looked like, stopped being creative and that lead to no art of any kind.  This world can crack your skull with doubt, it can break your spine with responsibility, it can cause you to lose the very thing that you need to live...  your spirit.  My spirit isn't completely healed, but it's on the mend. Tough times have led to a breakthrough in my creative outlook.  I'm working on some things and I hope you will all be with me, I need y