Is it like how the pig feels, on the way to the slaughterhouse…
After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.
When feeling like digging deep into ground head down Stop all music In a quiet room, lay a different way Body distortion, body contortion Breathe, from tummy Earth yourself
Throughout the history of mankind, how many times Have people seen the sun Through the tree leaves
Squeamish, excited, appreciative that they’re here.
How do animals in small sparse forests handle this? Living in a constant state of fear
Wow. I don’t think I’m in love With anybody.