My Therapy

Snap. Snap. Snap. Hand. I see beauty. I see things. Things made. Destruction does not exist. We create it. Mind garbage. The town. The city. The country inspires me. Flat. Layers. I am human. Imperfection is beauty. Let streets inspire. Clustered. Framed. Be excellent. This is happening. This is now. Things like this make me push myself. Push the limits. How do I fit in your world? Did I separate myself from the world? Don't cut me off. Open your freedom up and don't let your ideas die. Am I tainted? Am I alive?

Today was an interesting day. A lovely day. Filled with coffee, art and beautiful people.