for each day that is the same  as the day before  and the day before that  days that flow into the next  pleading for excitement  to distract from  life’s resentment  nights to reflect on time not spent on potential  rather the disappointment  to keep her occupied  in the nights  leaving her thoughts  unidentified  keeping her…

Atmospheric Art. I have surrounded myself with art  An energy suitable for the advancement  Of my own creativity  The atmosphere in which love  And art are the same and  My desolation is something explained  By the lines on white paper that have  Been stained w/ the composition  Of everyday life that has remained unchanged  -B