Sun Rays

So there are so many times that I have had sight to see somethings but now it is not about seeing, I know now. It is going in a way that I can't stop and I wouldn't want to anyway but I know this train is run away. I am slowly addicted to being moved by things that are stationary, I have never wanted to capture things the way I have now. I feel I am being pushed along by the places I draw from the well of creativity from, and these places are so beautiful but not for the ways most people see them. It is the small things that cause me to stop and cage a memory. I have a short memory but I have drawn a sketch of things that drive the car of life. I am a custom to showing the painting that holds love like a baby crying for his momma when he is hungry. The image that is left after joy takes a paint stoke is random but nice and easy. I still find just enough to keep me from drying up and in the mood to pencil the night waiting for the day. In the day I can see but the night don't show what it don't want too. So sleep world of dreams and nap of feelings of sun rays.


written while I was in New York