Dogs

I was wandering in the street today, the weeks are usually slow if i don't have projects pending or art running in my head, my thoughts are pretty usual so i'm trying to ignore them but there is this thing about dogs...

Today i figured why i'd like to be a dog one day, they are so easy to read, among them and for some of us humans i guess, they move their tails happily when they like another dog or somebody, they are very honest and straight forward among them, if they don't like the other new dog friend they'll say it right away and move forward if needed... sigh, i can only wonder about the other animals since i don't share as much as i do with dogs and i definitely can't see beyond, at least not inside the city.

A new place awaits for me.

Love for all.

2am, 3am, None i am

There's no clock ticking after all.
I miss that tick tock, sounding always as a constant in the wrist, in my head.
It reminded me of the silence, the tick tock is always stunning when there is no other sounds, just like the endless nights of an insomnia that were never one, just like owls don't drink energy pills when the night starts arriving.

sigh, i wonder why does the piece inside seems to work more properly at night,
nothing to actually find at the moment, art, art, art or what i feel as art.
nothing, art as feelings i suppose.
dreams of dogs, dreams of distant people, romanticizing the solitude.
black and white and film and more art and more me.
i must be in love with myself, with my fat self, with my thin self, with my head, with the heavily orange of a sun that is harsher than a piece of coal that was just burnt in the fire to cook the cows that others wont eat, but my dogs will devour.

i ramble, where is the sandman,
i'll be your lady.