About Me:

As I project through these shades formed from the cogs worn from rust and overuse I am waiting for this machine to produce my heaven, and I wait, and wait, and wait and wait, one spring frees itself, pulled by gravity and lightness, spinning so fast that it completely misses the heaven it was striving to create. Just a blur and, so dizzy, almost sick, its tension unravels, slowing to a stop as a circle with no refenence points, gliding in and now guided by the very gravity and lightness that tore it apart from the machine, infused by heat, more malleable, liquid now, it now rests in the space of my ear canal whispering my new mantra: "yes."