between the rainstorms

Last night I slept naked with only ants as company,
besides the deep chanting that filled a room too large for one person
and you know, the ants.
Its hard to pray when there are so many things to think about, it feels like skimming over !WARNING signs in succession and trying to keep a slow resting heartbeat. Its a mixture of incredible danger and awe. I'm just a manic-depressive in a thin crisp cracking shell, but I'm not crazy and I know that much - strangely i've learned that for sure.

I like art that has something to say.
such as love is for when you're older and a bit harder than lead
and what makes you think its gonna last, when everything you've done is to the past