Art does that…reaches into our heart and cuts the chains shackling the deep. Let the flood come.
🎶We are spirits in the material world.🎶
It hurts to live here.
Love saves us. It damns us.
And each bit flavors our character.
If we seek love, we find its many faces, learning from each contact, taking lessons on the journey.
A lot happens as we shower and rest on porcelain thrones. Let go of the crap. Wipe away the tears.
Whistle the song of today.