art

I like to find myself immersed in ideas springing from whatever art forms I can find

sometimes books, sometimes music, sometimes a movie that 1 million people saw and only 12 people liked and I become lucky number 13

and it makes me want

I want to dance to a hidden beat that comes from deep in the earth and from the cries and yearnings of my ancestors generations remembered only in the whispers of a forgotten dream

I want to ride through the prairie lands on horseback feeling the summer wind on my face and through my hair using all of my strength and energy to simply breathe and be alive

I want to howl and yelp and sing from a hunger for truth and understanding and for some tiny bit of solace from anywhere and anything beyond me

I want to write and discover stories in the folds of my brain and in the movement of my hand across the page or over a keyboard something true and lasting and forgotten by all

I want to talk for hours with people who know things and believe with all their being in what they speak but are open to the idea that what they know is very little

I want to love wholly and completely the accidental humanity in whose path I find myself