sublimity is always coming like sunday
something shifts inside and stiffens. when i take a breath, it flows. i never come alive on holidays. and so the purpose of my life comes to me in moments i am cursed to never completely remember. i write from pure madness- but the sweetest and most exhilarating madness i have ever known- thinking crazy like i can create it. not of shape or sound or taste or color. just only what was and...