November 2011
11 posts
Excited to get my tattoo!
But need to decide for sure what I’m gonna get.
Sometimes I erase myself.
Literally. I’ll put on some instrumental music that messes with my brain, lay in my bed, stare into space, and
Disintegrate.
Dissolve.
Erase.
And suddenly, I am not one; but I am a million ones, floating in meaningless space. I feel as if I am free to stretch as long as the Atlantic Ocean, or to constrain into a grain of salt.
I am not human.
I am merely in this world, but not of...
