Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

That thing that happens
Every place I ever went becomes
Tattoos on my flesh
On my mind
Hard to stay present

I’m
Floating
In a vision the includes past present and future
Escaping the fancy coffee house for a smoke
Leaning against the wall
Street noise
Motorinos
Traditional and modern indigenous peoples
We are all the same
But no
One is seeing what I see

It’s lovely
And sometimes sneaky
Forcing realization
Integration
Of the broken
And the healing

So many layers of color
Scents to bring me back

But I can’t talk
I
Utter “ uh huhs”
Praying for a safe place to feel

The gift that keeps on giving

all these sensations
reminders you are Alive....

a full sensual experience. and i'm there with you, (as much as i can be)

Life as tattooed in memory. Interesting thought...