Gravity's profile

At night I sell drugs in the street Feed my pocket Pay my bills I hustle gangsters Ride for quick cash And deprivation Welcome to my world, so glad you could show. Please excuse my mess. Here, let me clear you a spot on the floor of my framed clutter. I realize my lights are set dim and you may have a hard time seeing all on going side shows stuck in my pysche, but be sure that the moral or plot or main idea is dogging you out right now. So sit and listen and let me take you there, my world, ...

Being a young woman of sound mind and body, with various atypical aspects at play, it is Art that overwhelms me. The motivating motion of paint and canvas concentrated similarities of times far-off past, the movements, the elements, real and otherwise, inspire me to create and celebrate the maddening beauty of missing mediums, routing the voiceless emotion caught outlining space. Although as a whole I’m taken by the even setting flow of gallery and lcd that I can not distinguish the number o...

I am a complex being. I have this and this and this. I think about all things. I feel all emotions. I will define existence, as I analyze insignificance. I balance positive and negative energies, I create a better world. I perceive all and I know the answer because I believe.

Behind the left eye It begins A spark in interest An invisible surface The second plane of existence A mirror reflecting day and night As light is dark The otherside A door swings open quick fast motion Angry restless The light screams through Intense in sight black as night Abstract Impulsively connected to every path or thought of being The future and the past The known and the unknown The secret Behind the right eye It ends A flood of emotion Drowns minutes and hours External existence See...

Sitting in the White Room, Gray space silence Unattached A fate less reason, Blooms distraction Addressing broken thoughts. Purposely mindful, The shadow creeps by Surfacing energy, Bathing in smoke Dark smile, Eyeless idea, Untamed misery, Collectively displaying hidden desires, Masked memories create cavities Along the outside walls. And the great unknown is a high glossed Black ceiling looming before and above. Dark windows shine limelight Etched quiet in this place.