the art of eating

apple, espresso,
a roll of fresh whole wheat bread
huzzah! lunch is served.

I haven't worked in a very, very long time.

I am behind glass
watching progress, watching time.
I have grown stagnant.


My operating definition of work is something art related. Sure, I've dabbled here and there, but gone all out? Too long. Hopefully soon I can break the glass. 

explosions inside
creativity outside
I am, eh, artist.

I am not worthy,
yet even the ants play a 
role in this world

sweet child of mine

unclean and unkept
feral individual
you are dearly loved

Moleskine

feral does it friend.
the singed and hairs muddied shoes
remind me of home

I'd like to write something now but I can only think of sleeping.

Thanks,
Ben