The fire

Ive been away too much. ive been away from everything.
one mans life gets to that point i guess; when his whole world is on fire
and I just needed to be where I think I come from, the woods.
There, in the silence, never being afraid of being alone, because nothing
is worse than where I was before.
Then I realize, Im not a human with spiritual experiences but I am a spirit,
with human experiences. And I cant recall whom I was before.




A light, a light inside of me, inside of the things I now know I love, were
enough to guide me in those long nights.

I've come back now, I still dont know why.
All I know is, I am a spirit
art feeds that spirit.