It wasnt until we escaped the house fire, until we became naked, until we rolled away from the wreck that we realized that our flesh, our muscles and all the great attributes that we give to all the great athletes were nothing when looking upon the stars.
We don’t move, until we become something different then what we are …. Until we connect and get out of our skin and life and just get into to something different.
Feel me upon your skin, running through the woodline to become something I am not. Feel me in your dreams, slithering and making up new stories. They aren’t my stories, they are the stories how they should be told… your stories. Feel me, here out there in the space with my six shooter. Sort of floating afraid of the sun, nothing but the core of me. Like a pack of hungry wolves ready to release you.