to start a new identity.. relax into a fermented reality. an alternative perception.. a vibrant culmination. for days in and on end, i've been anticipating this new rebirth. I feel as if i am being whispered away into a city,.. a city by the cliffs of a cold sea. whose fog and mist are formed from the violent splashing waves against the miry stones, vapors dancing and infusing into the atmosphere..
 I feel His voice leading me. leading, yet intensifying..whispering: " Come.. come with me my daughter, and let's throw your identity over the ledge. let's watch you submerge into the deepest blue. bubble up, and finally lay rest in a cold, deep nothingness.. for who would have known that this vibrant death, brings about a newer beginning".

no. it's oolong.

i'm already anticipating, stitching, and formulating for winter..

this paisley-weather print was never my appetite 

who ever knew.... the cracking open of the skull, the chasm peeking revealing light into  shell, the shocking splash of cool air. the eyes opening, strikingly,  in a room all it's own; the empty, dark, solitary dirt road laid as a path to solidify my steps in front of me... who knew.... that all of this deemed just a s a beautiful.

the journey i've been embarking... feels more lucid, much more tangible, like the dirt between my fingernails. like the smell and residue of rain, coating my eyelids.