Space out with me for a minute?

I draw and write stuff…

To clear my mind. It’s really busy up there.

Trees, leaves. Must be a disease. Guides by a sedentary cynical theology. Driven to the need to find a smidgen of reality. Open up to breath, I grind to find myself invisibly. Crazed as a day goes. Devoured by the thought to be.

Welcome to my mind