Passion Is The Bridge That

I Am My Own Muse. I Am The Subject I Know Best. The Subject I Want To Better.

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

I Leave You My Portrait So That You Will Have My Presence All The Days And Nights That I Am Away From You.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”