So Stoned. Genevieve’s den slipping and sliding past flickering lights and singing snaps. Love keeping eyelashes alive, pouring a heaping scoop of intensity along a salt strewn path. Melting through pawed visions of sun rays. Watching the grass turn green and the ditch of killers cringe in a popular wave of black ink. When’s your time to speak out at god speed? Trace your breath and jump through a couple of hoops and keep jogging.

Stream of Consciousness

Keep still while the thoughts rush, keep time while our realities touch. I’m conscious of the space that separates us, I’m trying to name the water that divides us. But my spring leaves have touched the wind, sighing slightly as they rustle through my window panes. A touch of freedom meets the baron winter, making the seasons rekindle old flames. The fresh air’s humidity keep my thoughts inside an active body, riding what soon will be Asbury’s waves. But there’s something silent about this liberation. The intangible is disguised as a reality that sets a pace, a standard that pairs a thought with a face. And I think that birds sing songs blindly and trees have a malicious sway and a gerber daisy smells unsettled. As some may say, freedom looks better with the lights off. Thoughts don’t have to be grounded but they have to be clear, hear the soles of your feet scream as they touch hot sand. Freedom is relief, Freedom is waves cooling scorched toes. Exhaustion and pain help the individual gain liberation. Respect what you can and cannot control. Embrace tightness in the chest and hollowness in the stomach, because transcendence has a sour after taste. The journey doesn’t feel like a kiss on the ear or look like green eyes by the riverside. I can appreciate the journey if it pained me to walk the path.. If freedom looks like a dove, I don’t buy it. Give me the raw facade and I’ll give you a song that unbinds shackles. Give me the tears that release you, that disintegrate walls like acid rain, so that I can finally see your face. Face me because I’ll look at you, I’ll look at you because you’re bare and I’ll always love you. Don’t please me, just hear me and I’ll try to give all of me. Hold my baggage, my spirit, my empathy, and I’ll carry yours. I’ll give time to confide, I’ll buy a ticket so lets ride, Because I can put a face to chemistry’s bonds.

HILARY

you.are.taking. the most amazing pictures that i’ve ever seen. amazing. incredible. beautiful!! hilary…… i’m so proud of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!